Every time it happens I swear I'll never do it again, but somehow I always end up in strange places on Saturday mornings, with little recollection of the previous night, an insatiable thirst and a lot of bruises.
Last night was a Pirate Party, and I didn't sleep a wink, watched the sun rise on the beach with some friends, then made a beeline to Macca's and waited out the front until the opened (6am).
I am pretty sure I have only just sobered up, thankfully no hangover, due to not having slept, but my stomach is a mess...
Any suggestions, ways to make it more bearable?
Last night was a Pirate Party, and I didn't sleep a wink, watched the sun rise on the beach with some friends, then made a beeline to Macca's and waited out the front until the opened (6am).
I am pretty sure I have only just sobered up, thankfully no hangover, due to not having slept, but my stomach is a mess...
Any suggestions, ways to make it more bearable?