I’m sure that most of us know one or two people who don’t like to drink and/or dance at nightclubs. I mean, yes there are certain times when we all have to restrain ourselves from drinking because either we’re the designated driver for the night or we’re having an early one at work the next morning and don’t want to stumble there with a killer hangover.
You are of course familiar with the old cliche that whenever you start to make rules about drinking, tis the first and surest sign that you have a drinking problem. Well, yes and no. Most sane people have their own private traditions that act as a guiding hand during the weekend pub crawl. Drinking prejudices, I call them.
Life isn’t about solutions, but trade offs. Nowhere are we better able to analyse this predicament than when we ask ourselves the question of “when”? When is it time to depart the bar stand, or the dance floor? When is it time to exercise self-restraint? When is it time to call it a night?
When planning a good night out, it is vital one always be aware of a certain nightlife nemesis that may strike at any given time. The trick in conquering your enemy is to know them. Here are a few common bad guys known for roaming the nights where liquor is flowing and fists are pumping.
The hangover; the inevitable consequence of drinking too much booze the night before. Your head’s banging, your stomach’s queasy and you don’t know whether you should eat something or not, and of course the vomiting, making your breath stink and your eyes water. The physical side of it just plain sucks.
Everything is better in summer. Sundays mean napping on the beach then diving into cool salty waves, reemerging hangover free. Now that temperatures and rains are dropping, you need to find something indoorsy to do to distract from the pounding headache and nausea. Here are some movie suggestions and appropriate times to use them.
Don’t you hate it when you’re on a night out, having a great time without a care in the world, when *gasp* disaster strikes and suddenly your whole night is basically ruined? Just think of the awful possibilities… Your phone has died, you’ve lost your friends and you’re stranded all alone in a dark club with seizure-inducing lights.
Ever had a night so big, so epic, so memorable that you can’t remember a thing that happened? Think weekend in Vegas…Hangover style. And if that movie has taught us anything, it’s how to remember what happened the night before. When you’ve had too much to drink and woken up wondering what the hell happened last night, how you got that bruise, where your wallet is and who the person is in bed with you, just think: what would the wolf pack do?
Mums are the best ever, am I right?
Yes, I am. Mums are the ones who sit with you when you are sick and gross and make you tea.
After recently having had to switch to a gluten free diet, I found that I was, quite literally, struggling to hold my drinks after lucky number three. Admittedly, my drinking ability prior to this wasn’t in much better form.