Another morning, another hangover, EastEnd induced this time...
I had never been an alcohol-drinker before coming to London, preferring the bitter taste of a Virgin Mary. But I have finally been broken in, and have slowly raised my non-existent alcohol-tolerance to featherweight status. From using the word "tipsy" too long, I now admit to "being drunk." It took me a while to accept it, though, having always imagined 'drunk' to be a vomitif state of utter embarrassment. But, no, for some months now, experimenting with alcoholized behavioral patterns has become a little past-time of mine.
My eyes become drunk more than anything else. I find it hard to keep them open, and prefer the obscurity of dancing in blindness. It's always a little trip, where I find myself being led in a tango or a dizzy twirl by strange male hands on the dancefloor. I feel vulnerable, yet empowered. And, oh my God, it's true that inhibitions get washed away with white wine! Not that I resort to vulgar flashing, but I do feel that I am contained in an expansion of me that floats in a mass of stroboscopic neons and blurred silhouettes. Individuals are washed away and bodies become accessible playthings: a little smile there, a little touch here, and millions of little words exchanged in the haze. People become enjoyable, and a smile can drown anything...
I reached my limit yesterday of a whopping three medium-sized glasses of wine. I think I will platform at that for the moment. I did need a healthy serving of fries with garlic sauce and a samosa at 1am to cool myself down, and I am not ready for a wine belly just yet.
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3ayran with lots of salt is the best hangover remedy for me, plus it's low on calories. I drink it before I go to bed.
Seriously though, plus it helps that I already love that shit. I make it from plain yogurt (no 3ayran in U.S.A.) and make a pitcher of it diluted with water and lots of salt and put it in the fridge before going out. When I come back I drink a couple of cups, pop a pre-emptive tylenol and I'm set.
Actually, that 3ayran thing could be a good idea... Not that I get those terrible hangovers my friends all suffer from (I still am relatively spared from the torture of migraine and nausea - but don't know how long that's gonna last!), but I'll pass on the tip.
And I don't know how clearer my mind gets when I'm loaded with alcohol, but I do suddenly feel that things are just so much simpler, and that people are suddenly so.... cool! Soberness can't deal with corny chat-up lines!
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