Aidan having rediscovered his mother for the weekend, I spent last night drinking with Bakannal and our amorous army pardna, meeting up briefly with the mighty Silver Dragon as well. Started off at Latino and ended up in Palm Court. Roughly eight Guinnesses later and four hours after having started, I am sprawled off on my couch, promising myself that I am going to get up and do some writing at around 4 am.
I wake up at 10 am and my fucking head is killing me. I don't feel like cooking and I can't eat bread the way my mouth is feeling so it's time to head out to my landlady's shop for a peanut punch to settle my stomach and some channa to fill it. A hangover makes you realise that sunlight actually emits a fucking noise.
Six hours later and I have chalked up about five hours of this game, Narc, and my stomach is still queasy. I come down to Oasis, put on my "contemplative" playlist and suddenly it comes. It fucking comes. And not in the drizzle it's been coming in in the past two months. I am on a damn high. I am in the fucking zone.
The moral of the story: Guinness is good for you.
P.S. Dear Bakannal. You are a skunt. If I had a bow and arrow I would shoot you, straight in your mangina.
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you three know each other.. well well. What a crew.
Hilarious!
...and it doesn't have palm trees...
:)
K.
Eight Guinnesses gave you a hangover? You must be getting as old as you look. Let us give you a refresher course in drinking on the Bump. Any Saturday at your convenience.
I had a feeling allof yall know each other, no wonder you always giving each other kudos...
No, Anon...we ended up knowing each after giving each other kudos....lol. And Kamal, I admit I got to catch up.
Hey, neither Ruel nor Bakanna gave me the kudos. I'm not Gay! I think I picked up the kudos from this chick I met in Asylum Night Club in Jamaica though.
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