Monday, December 13
Washout Weekend
As I mentioned, I struggled to get out of bed last Saturday, owing to a combination of a late night and a real motherfucker of a hangover. I can't remember doing anything of note in the afternoon, apart from possibly whimpering to myself and trying to make the pain go away. Twelve pints of water later, and still no luck. Although I was running to the loo every 5 minutes.Most of my friends were on a trip to Cologne, but when they arrived back in Heidelberg I was able to meet up with them in a cafe, where I had a quick bite to eat and a green tea. I've discovered green tea since I've been here, thanks to a Chinese girl on my floor, and I have to say that I really like the stuff. I'm not a tea drinker normally, nor any hot drinks for that matter, but I like the taste of green tea. Leafy, but a little barky too.
Oh, and you've got to love the way Germans have meat with everything. It's kind of a running joke amongst my friends, in that even vegetarian options will have some meat in them. I had a cheese soup (not as nasty as it sounds. Very tasty, in fact) whilst in the cafe, and even that had lumps of pork in it. Tremendous stuff!
I remember nothing of note that evening, which probably means I went straight home, watched a film or something, and then crashed into bed. Actually, knowing me I probably sat up until a ridiculous hour playing Football Manager 2005. That's been my unfortunate habit recently.
Sunday was also a non-entity of a day, this time because a load of my friends were in Nuremberg. I tried to organise a DVD night at mine for the evening, but because they were all knackered that one didn't get off the drawing board.
So there we have it, a completely crap weekend, with nothing interesting at all to report. This is what happens when I go out on a Friday night. I don't know why, but recently it's been taking me 2 days to recover properly from a heavy session. I used to be right as rain by 6pm the next day, but at the moment I need the entire weekend to recover from a Friday night. I'm getting old...
