It occurs to me that I am too old to be coming home in the morning from a night out. No really, far far far too old. And too suburban, far far far too suburban. But mostly too old.
I always thought it would be good if someone started up a system where you temporarily swap organs , like with a Buddhist monk for example. They could spend-say-Christmas cleansing your liver and while you clogged up theirs. Then swap back at the end of holiday period.
The Cleanse-Clog programme. I'm sure it's got legs.
Walk of shame indeed. You know it's gut wrenchingly vile when you're sitting in the back of a taxi in your going out clothes and it's sunny and you can see people jogging and getting the papers. All you can do is envy their night's sleep and damned perkiness. But what ho, today is another day and I have slept near enough to ten hours. Amazingly enough, I no longer feel like runny poo.
Puppy tongue!
ReplyDeleteYou're not too old to stay out all night, FMC. You just need more recovery time, sports drink and vitamins.
I need to kill someone healthy and steal their organs and/or blood. I am cross-eyed with gimpyness.
ReplyDeleteI knew medical students who used to hook themselves up with a saline drip to cure the dreaded hangover. They swore it worked.
ReplyDeleteOh the thought of coming home at dawn wearing a nice dress and heels sound so romantic!! Aw!
ReplyDeleteI always thought it would be good if someone started up a system where you temporarily swap organs , like with a Buddhist monk for example. They could spend-say-Christmas cleansing your liver and while you clogged up theirs. Then swap back at the end of holiday period.
ReplyDeleteThe Cleanse-Clog programme. I'm sure it's got legs.
Walk of shame this morning, eh?
ReplyDeleteI was too old about 5 years ago......Haven't been home later than 3 since then......I hate myself now of course....
ReplyDelete"far far far too suburban"
ReplyDeleteWere there curtains twitching in the neighbourhood then?
Whoopeee! Party on, fmc!
Walk of shame indeed. You know it's gut wrenchingly vile when you're sitting in the back of a taxi in your going out clothes and it's sunny and you can see people jogging and getting the papers. All you can do is envy their night's sleep and damned perkiness.
ReplyDeleteBut what ho, today is another day and I have slept near enough to ten hours. Amazingly enough, I no longer feel like runny poo.
Would the afternoon be more suitable praps?
ReplyDeleteOnly if it was dark.
ReplyDeleteTo me it sounds like you had a good time :)
ReplyDeleteIt was good, Eva, but if only I had shoes I could click together to transport myself home. Walking outside into the bright and hailing a taxi...yack.
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