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[Kagus]

Girlfriend drank so much last night that I got a hangover...

Actually it's probably the headcold/sinus infection doing that. The one that was the second act of the two-part cosmic plan to prevent me from heading out for a drink of my own this week. First we suddenly get informed that we're going to be babysitting my GF's younger sisters for Sunday-Wednesday, then on Tuesday we go swimming which gets me a waterlogged ear and a post-nasal drip to take over for after the girls left. Then there was yesterday, where my GF suddenly gets invited for a couple drinks with a coworker, and I'm left doing her household chores for her while my nose does its best Niagara falls impression.

And now it's the weekend, and I hate going to bars on the weekend because everything is fucking packed to the brim with weekenders and I can't even hear myself think. With some luck I should be finished with this blighted cold by Monday, so I might be able to slip away for some me-time then.

Don't know about you, but I feel like I could really use that drink now... Christ, even a psychiatric professional has recommended I have a beer or two.

[Yoink]

Sometimes I feel like I either need to stop drinking or start drinking a lot more.
Last night was weird, and fun for the most part, but gosh didn't I screw myself over today. I probably embarrassed myself last night, too, but who really cares about that.

Spoiler: Pointless account of the latter part of last night's events and the problems I subsequently caused myself today, don't know why I typed this up but I guess I needed to vent (click to show/hide)

Somehow I ended up being swept up in the plans to head to some party after the gig with a couple of members of the band I went to see, one of whom I'm friends with.

There was a very strange interlude where I was dragged along to some Asian restaurant and... actually when we got there I first had to go use the bathroom, which meant queuing for a while and being generally bewildered by the overwhelming foreignness sound me.
Then I got back to the long table/bar and was plied with a big mug of beer and... food of some kind? I don't even remember what nation's cuisine the place specialised in, let alone what I ate, haha. I just ordered the first vegan option I saw on the menu.
I don't remember what it tasted like. Probably good, since it was free food, y'know? I must have been pretty hammered and I have no idea how well I held it together.

Then we made it to the party and an indeterminate amount of time passed before I was eventually kicked out since all my friends had long since left and I knew no-one else there.
I may have offended someone, somehow. I don't know. Perhaps I was just a drunken mess. The guy who advised me to leave didn't seem terribly friendly, but then again I believe I was raiding the kitchen for more beers at the time, haha. I probably should have been more proactive about the situation and headbutted the guy or something, but I never think of these things at the time and I didn't really want to be at that underwhelming party anyway. It was just an alternative to the tricky business of finding my way home.

I think I got lost on my way out of that place. Some kind soul (not the person who kicked me out, certainly) was nice enough to help me find my way to the street, for which I was drunkenly grateful in the extreme.
Since she was female I basically fell in love with her on the spot, but even as wasted as I was I realised there was no chance in heck of any reciprocation there, haha. It is probably for the best that I cannot remember what she looked like at all.
At least I am good at inspiring pity?

Then I passed out on some rather picturesque steps and woke up much later. I don't remember where I found myself, nor much of my (no doubt arduous) journey home from hipster-land, but unsurprisingly I fell asleep on the train and had to catch one straight back from the end of the line, which led to me finally getting home with very little time left before I was supposed to be at a wedding.

I cooked up my planned contribution of food (kind of a tradition for the people involved, guests bring a plate of food to parties, I don't know), got dressed in my glad rags (turns out the pants of my one suit do actually fit me, after all) and made it about halfway to the train station before deciding "fuck it" and going back home to change into tracksuit pants and eat the damn food myself. I was already late, had a long trip ahead of me to get there and no doubt as hungover as I was the whole thing would have been a nightmare of anxiety and awkwardness.
Especially wearing a freakin' suit.

I am unsurprisingly rather distressed by this latest, new failure of mine. Also still hungover. I ate myself sick on fried rice and slept until around nine at night.
Goddamn that was a lot of food. At least I did a good job cooking a large batch, I suppose. Still, that's an awfully small silver lining. I don't know why I'm typing this, it would probably go better as a journal entry, but I haven't updated that in months and it would kind of be a shame to start it back up with something so unpleasant.

At least the gig was good, I guess, but the gig is almost always good and that never changes the stupid stuff I do and the self-loathing I feel afterwards...   

So, yeah, it seems like basically I should either stop drinking or make sure to stay drunk all the time. I can never do anything like moderation.

I hope it’s not your wedding, man.

notice me senpai

If we get married do I get UK citizenship?

@Kagus: that sounds rough indeed... couldn't you get some sort of warming liquor or mulled wine to cheer yourself up a bit?

[Hanslanda]

Mulled wine sounds amazing right now.

[Yoink]

It really does. The bar I was at last night had a mulled wine special (it's winter here), but I didn't buy any. Seems more like the sort of thing to drink at home whilst relaxing, but I don't know.

[Kagus]

Norway is a bit of an oddball in that we have a very traditional mulled wine drink that is just the mulled without the wine. Gløgg originally was mulled wine, but nowadays you just buy either spice packs or a pre-mulled nonalcoholic version that's used to blend with something else and then get heated. It's actually quite rare that someone drinks the boozy version these days, and it's very much a winter/Christmas thing.

Anyways, even with the dubious genius of drinking alcohol to help with sinus fuckery (or most illnesses, for that matter), I didn't particularly feel hip to the idea of sitting at a bar and having my nose drippings polish the woodwork.


As for buying myself some liquor for home, ehh... I don't really have any go-to spirits that I actually enjoy drinking casually. And experimentation is bloody expensive here... If you're going to shell out close to $40 for a 0.7l, you probably want to know damn sure that it's something you actually like.

Besides, it's already past 5 o'clock on a Saturday, which means I cannot legally purchase alcohol again until Monday. Actually I think the grocery store has beer sales open until 7 or 8, but that's just your standard swill and not really anything to cuddle up with.

[Hanslanda]

So glad I live in 'buy liquor anytime but before 9am on Sunday' America and not a dry county or *shudder* Oklahoma.

[Mephisto]

Tonight was a night of homemade ramen and tequila. As I'm feeding my child the bottle he was screaming for as soon as I fucking laid down, I checked Facebook, only to be met with something straight out of the Unknown Armies RPG. A comment on a friend's status was "You have a compassionate heart .... the one that waters the flowers knows your name."

Thought one, I'm too drunk for this cabal bullshit.
Thought two, what does Jesus (Hey-seuss) have to do with it?
Thought three was really funny but I forgot it while writing the previous thought.
Thought four, thank Cthulhu for autocorrect while drunk.

[dragdeler]

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[Kagus]

Well, see, that's kind of what happened... Alcohol prices went up, so people stopped drinking casually since it was prohibitively expensive. Additionally, they'd order larger amounts because you get better deals per volume.

But then the weekend rolls around, and it's time to crack open that larger stash, and damned if people aren't going to drink that entire pallet of booze instead of the six pack or so they'd have put away under normal conditions.


So you end up with a culture that's almost bone dry for most of the week, and then becomes a raging drunk on Friday and Saturday, consuming vast amounts of alcohol to make up for lost time.

Also there are very strict limits on what amounts of booze you can bring back to Norway, and of what ABV percentages. But you still end up with situations like my aunt described (many years ago, mind), where she could drive over to Sweden, buy several times the legal limit in alcohol, try to cross back into Norway, get stopped, have everything confiscated, pay the fine, and then just drive back across the border and repurchase everything for cheaper than she could buy a similar amount in Norway.

[dragdeler]

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[Kagus]

Actually, you wouldn't be getting nearly as good a deal bringing in fancy stuff as you would bringing in bilgewater. Despite the painfully high cost of low-tier alcohol, Norway actually has comparatively reasonable prices on high-end cognac, brandy, specialty wines and the like. I mean, it's still fucking expensive, but it's fucking expensive everywhere.

Also there's a massive moonshining culture in middle-to-northern Norway. Hooch is pretty much the traditional drink, and while quite illegal, there aren't really enough cops to care.


As for trusting foreigners, well... If alcohol is involved, then fuck yes we'll trust you. As is proven on a regular basis.

[dragdeler]

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[Yoink]

Also there's a massive moonshining culture in middle-to-northern Norway. Hooch is pretty much the traditional drink, and while quite illegal, there aren't really enough cops to care.

Well, this is heartening at least.


@dragdeler: don't worry, I tend to do the same damn thing.
Especially when I'm stressed or in a bad mood. Kinda nice to know I'm not the only one, but I hope you feel better after a decent sleep.

[dragdeler]

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[Rolan7]

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