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January 22, 2005
Ephiphany
If there is only one rule in life, only one guiding principle against which all decisions should be judged--both on a personal, professional, and civic level--it is this:
Never, never, never mix your alcohols.
Last night we had the end-of-term celebration. It began with party at Bredgatan (insert shots of tequila, shots of aquavit, 3 glasses of white wine, and a glass of very expensive single malt scotch whiskey). I have never laughed so hard in my life--it was so fantastic to be thinking of non-presentation-related things, like how Kevin's bird occassionally acts inappropriately (Kevin's re-enactment was priceless).
Then we were off to the Buddha Bar, where hours and hours of dancing to bad music ensued (insert 2-for-1 drinks of beer and fluffy drinks which I have only the vaguest memory of). By the time we got home at 3:30 a.m. (so much for my solid sleep routine), I was feeling almost normal. While I certainly wouldn't have been driving, I was able to walk in a straight line. I assumed, mistakenly, that I would be fine in the morning.
Then 6:30 a.m. rolled around and I was awake with that horrid "I've been drinking and now the misery has begun" feeling. Attempts to sip water were not rewarded in a constructive way. I'll leave it at that.
Now, at 3:30 p.m., I'm beginning to think I might live to see another day.
