As is often the case after a night of heavy consumption, the
next day was a complete write-off. I do
not have the science to prove it, but I am almost 100% certain that every
hangover I encounter as I get older seems to be worse than the last one. Colleen and I eventually rolled out of bed
sometime after lunch and headed out for some pasta. Not surprisingly, my stomach was having none
of it and it was a mission and a half just to force a little bit of food
down. This futile attempt at eating was
followed by a return trip to bed where we spent the bulk of the day pondering
the poor life decisions we had made the night before.
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| Sums up our feelings for the day. |
Only after dinner time were we able to finally collect
ourselves enough to make a public appearance.
We had arranged to meet Amber, Amy and some others at Banyan Bar for dinner. Colleen introduced Amber to the amazing world of poutines, and all the Canadianness that comes with it! Contrary to the previous night, none of
us were really in the mood to drink as
we were all pretty brain-sore from the night before.
Back at the hotel , it was an early night for Colleen as she
was going diving the next day. Myself,
well I did manage to get a couple of "hotel bed beers" into me before
giving myself to the night.
~Brentski~
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