I eventually passed out only to wake up on the couch the next morning, hoping I was dead, but no, sadly still alive, suffering the agonies of ‘The Hangover’. Apparently, I was quite a hit with Mum! She even turned off the telly to watch my antics; the crazy singing, dancing on the table, running up & down the stairs, and stupid jokes; oh kill me now!
All I could think of as I phoned work, to say I had the flu (really), was: “People do this for fun”?! After a stint of wearing dark glasses for three days, I decided that was it; I’d have a go at acting drunk, but I wouldn’t drink. What a far out experiment! Would my friends be fooled or would I be caught out?
The usual Friday night of “bar time” with friends came up, so I got a swallow of beer mixed with about 98% tomato juice. Having a silly nature anyway, I was able to pull it off, running around the bar tables, singing, acting weird, and stealing my friend’s watches; they were really, really drunk. I had a riotous time!
The following Monday, at College, I took great pleasure in listening to my friends panic and whinge over their watches. I was wearing a long sleeved jumper as all the watches were on each arm. I was laughing as I went up to them, took off my jumper and said: “Looking for something? You, they said, But you were drunk! To which I replied, I’m a ‘Smart Drunk’.”
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