hay ride

my crystal clean record of never having vomited from drinking was pretty much obliterated on sunday night. well, i did only start vomiting in the morning, but the amount of times i vomited for the rest of the day means i'm never going to drink again, or boast about not vomiting.
it was really horrible. the worst part was when iain and i were about to walk the husky to our cars and i had to spew in the garden. it was one of the lowest points in my life. i spent the rest of the day watching tv, eating and hurling at intervals.
honestly, it may be that i'm getting older, but i didnt really drink enough to warrant such a disaster. the only other reason would be alcohol poisoning? either way, i am too old to ever do that again.
next time i see iain (my partner in crime) we swore to watch a movie or drink coffee or go to the theatre in the middle of the day in order to avoid further dives off the wagon.