Yesterday was a great day, I got to met up with friends and family, I got to go for a swim in the baths here in New Plymouth and just generally enjoyed myself. I saw my friend Kim and his partner Jane, plus I got to visit grandparents in Stratford. The highlight / story of the day, however, begins after 6pm when Mike came home from work. The story contains the 'howto' of a great hangover and small children should be restrained from reading any further.
It was the end of the working week for some hehe, so Mike, Kirsty and I thought that we should should go out, initially it was for Indian food. But New Plymouth seemed to be rather full, so we drover around a bit and just ended up looking for somewhere nice and quiet. Which turned out to be a restaurant called El Condor. A pizza and and pasta place. I actually got the special which was a steak, and it was very nice. Also nice was the 6 beers I had with it hehe.
After the meal, we actually just went next door and there was a quiet little pub called Rosie O'Gradys. When I say quiet, I mean quiet, I think there was only one other guy in the place when we arrived at 8:30pm. Anyhow, we sat down got a beer or two down us and gave Kirsty some money to play the pokies... at least it would be slightly more interesting than having to watch and listen to me and Mike get trollied and talk rubbish all night. Kirsty came back pretty quick after losing all my money haha but by then Mike and I were on shots and were trying out pretty much every liqueur on the bar. I was enjoying myself immensely, just basically chatting to the other half dozen people who had arrived in the bar.
Well I failed again. I wasn't able to drink the bar dry, although I think I gave it a good effort. Mike and Kirsty left me at the bar, telling me that they would leave a door open for me at home... not like I was even sober enough to hear or understand them haha. Whoops it would be something I would later regret. Somewhere along the line, I passed out, got thrown out or stumbled out (the latter is probably the truth) and I woke up in an alley way around the back of the pub. It was about 3:30am at this time and I decided that I might start the long 10km walk home. Why do I always walk? I never try to get a taxi or call people to come and get me, I just seem to like to walk... idiot! I had made it about 2km, when I found a nice little garden for me to have another sleep in haha so I slept there until about 6am when I woke up freezing cold and started walking again. I got a long way, about 6km into the walk really, but I ran out of pavement (I was heading into countryside by that point). So I saw the last petrol station and figured I should really call a taxi from there, which I did and finally got home and fell into bed at 7am... goddamm another hard day done haha.
Anyhow, I survived that night, great night too... now I have to go and force myself to the gym I found and go do a bit of a workout... that should be fun! haha
See you all soon!
Matt
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