I’ve gotta say, that was some weekend.
When I consider it’s taken me three days to recover, you have to figure it’s been a fun time. It was my birthday on Friday, and the day started with breakfast in bed, while I read some West Wing Scripts. After a few hours of lounging around, Anna took me to the Grain Store for lunch.
I had the Beetroot and Rocket Risotto for starter, and I have to say it was one of the best risottos I think I’ve ever had. That was followed by half a bottle of wine, and a main course of rocket, mushroom, and sun dried tomato pasta.
Again, it was fantastic.
The Friday evening was great. People that I wasn’t expecting to come along to my little celebration turned up, and my friends kept me well lubricated throughout the evening. Anna and I were two of the last people to leave, which meant I got to say goodnight, and thank pretty much everyone who came along. I did end up drinking Southern Comfort, which is a pretty accurate sign I’m completely smashed.
To my amazement I woke up very early on Saturday, and now this is the crazy part… WITHOUT A HANGOVER!
I know, it’s a shock.
Anna had to buy some birthday presents for her friends… she’s a woman… it’s what they do.
Anyway, since she had to go shopping, I took advantage of the free time and played Guitar Hero III until it felt like my hands were bleeding.
It. Was. Great.
The rest of my Saturday involved a meal for two of Anna’s friends. One who shares my birthday, and one who has a birthday four days later. Then later that evening I went round to a friends place to watch the Calzaghe -vs- Hopkins fight. I was pretty nervous about the fight all the way through, and I was relieved and delighted Calzaghe pulled out the win.
Sunday was pretty much written off. I woke up very late, and spent the rest of my day watching DVD’s and playing Guitar Hero, and then Pro evolution Soccer with a few beers.
I had Monday off work, and spent that hanging out with my flatmates, playing more guitar hero, and drinking a ridiculous amount of beer and wine. Since the late night on Saturday, the earliest I had made it to bed was 4am. Monday was no exception to that. Getting up in time for work wasn’t at the forefront of my mind at that point, but I still managed to drag myself to work on time.
My body has been playing catchup ever since. I have quite a few things to do this weekend, but I think a very large part of those two days is going to involve sleep, sleep, and more sleep.
29 has been a hell of a party so far.
