Schrodinger's Cat

in which Dave gets drunk & throws up

I’m spending Valentine’s Day very quietly, nursing a hangover. I get heavily drunk something like once every two years and Friday 13th was one of those occasions. I went to my flatmate Bruce’s exhibition opening after work – interesting copper, stone and wooden sculptures that take months to make. It’s on at Thistle Hall for the week. There was also a fair quantity of his rather good home brew. I made my first sculpture since about intermediate this week as a rainy day project at work. The last one was a pottery Dalek made while doing the 20-hour famine, this one was a papier-mâché albatross with which to decorate the plant nursery.

After the exhibition I went to a friend’s birthday party & had way too much free vodka (at least I assumed it was free…). It’s fun to act uncharacteristically once in a while, I’m generally not much of a drinker. I was probably a nuisance knocking things over. I climbed out on the roof at one point, not sure whether I got back in or if that’s where I threw up & passed out. I must have been outdoors as I remember it was starting to rain on me. It didn’t seem worth the effort of getting up though. I got picked up and taken into the lounge and a blanket put over me. Then it was morning. I threw up a couple more times on the way back home. I drank some water but couldn’t keep it down. I’ve since had a shower & am hopefully through the vomiting stage, trying to keep down another glass of water. No inclination to have a big Saturday night.

There must be a function behind heavy drinking, or it’s symptomatic of something wrong. Workers in the film industry and Japanese businessmen are notorious for it, some kind of release valve for the stress accumulated in their work. Being way too single I’m not hugely keen on Valentine’s Day, which could be the explanation. Of course spewing everywhere and passing out isn’t likely to endear me to any potential partners… Last year my girlfriend went out drinking on Feb 14th with her film colleagues, got very drunk and took some other guy home. I found them in bed the next morning. The relationship was pretty much sunk by then & I think she needed some kind of gesture to end it. Still, the year before we were having a beautiful time together in the Marlborough Sounds near the end of our six weeks exploring the South Island after finishing uni. We made heart-shaped pancakes with fruit & whipped cream… too much cream. Got a bit queasy. Sickness must be a Valentine’s Day tradition.

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