I got completely plastered on Saturday night at a friend’s house. We were stumbling around like idiots. It’s Monday night and I’m just now finally starting to feel the pain of the hangover lifting. I would have rather had a sober weekend. Somehow I gave in to the temptation of someone wanting a house party while his parents were out of town. What do you do when these sudden unexpected things just pop up? So we got trashed at his house.
I was unable to wake up early Sunday to see the sunrise. I had trouble getting out of bed at 2pm. THAT to me is wasted time from my weekend I could have enjoyed instead with a nice morning cup of coffee and some breakfast. Hmm, wasted time . . . Maybe that’s the reason they call it “getting wasted.”
It also made Monday morning difficult and the rest of the day because I felt a heavy nausea all day long. Quite a price to pay for a Saturday night drinking binge. I’m reminded once again that it’s not worth it.