the hangover and too much memory

these 2 day "thou shalt suffer" hangovers a really taking its toll.

i dont know if i suffer far greater cause i remember disjointedly EVERYTHING i got up to and cringe at several memories and laugh uncontrollably in public about others. its the "oh shit" memories that i think are the ones that i think are the cause of the extension of the suffering.

and no, you will never hear the words "i'm never drinking again" from me unless its the pained wailing from hearing the news that the world has run dry.

my beautiful friend L and i have become used to waking up in the morning and saying "we're in trouble arent we?". and then we remember what for. and then realising how influentual we can be when pissed. kinda feel like the borg "resistance is futile". not that we're assimilating anyone, we just dont think anyone has ever said no to either of us nor our apparently brilliant ideas at the time.

some of last thursday nights bright ideas involved:

1. drinking
2. handcuffing a friend to my bed and taking pics
3. handcuffing the boyfriend of the girl taking the pics to my bed - while she again, took pics
4. showing them a website NO ONE should ever have to see. next time, ill bring buckets.
5. ringing ppl and telling them to bring more alcohol
6. telling EVERYONE (10 or more of us) to get on the trampoline designed to hold two kids at a max of 120kg at once - thankfully, it is still intact
7. convincing a friend she really doesnt need her boyfriend of 3yrs cause she has us and she really should be sleeping with the guy who just left
8. giving out really intimate tips to guys about women and sex (without demonstration)
9. going to bed BEFORE everyone left. L and i got handcuffed together by someone on their way out the door.

and of course, sleeping in the next morning, getting 2 boyz ready for school in the space of half an hour and praying that my six year old would lie to his teacher (in catholic school) and NOT say "im late because mum drank alot with her friends last night, and woke up handuffed to L who had lost her bra which we finally found under mums bed".

thank god we decided that it was too early to burn the "for sale" sign that has appeared out the front in the last week. i saw the real estate guy last night at woolworths and my head wasnt working fast enough to make up any stories. my only defence would have been "i heard they glow really nicely when you burn them".

then the most fantastic quote came from P: "they were at it like rabbits on dex"........ sometimes we think P has seen a little too much in his lifetime....