It’s currently quarter past eleven on the Tuesday after Pride, and I am still feeling the effects of Saturday night and Sunday. I had been planning for this weekend for quite some time, and I knew that I’d be paying for it so please don’t feel too bad for me. But holy shit – I absolutely cannot party like I used to.
The fun started on Saturday night, when a friend and I decided to imbibe a little for old times sake and we had a blast. We went through a case full of old cassettes and completely forgot about the limits we should have set on our intake, so when we finally woke up the next morning, the brain fog was nearly at a pea-soup level as we stumbled into downtown Vancouver for the parade. Having left the daily drinking behind me a couple of years back, I was not prepared for the level of fatigue and pain I was under for the remainder of the day. Five or six hours later, we both managed to make it home and faceplant unceremoniously into bed.
All of Monday was also a fight with newly discovered injuries and muscle pain, along with sporadic bouts of dizziness that served to remind me of my age. Today, though I can mostly function well again, is still marred by a faint haze in the back of my head that’s tinged with a rainbow palette.
Always remember to drink your water, kids š
