So after my successful four-week detox in February last year (triggered by my two weeks in Scotland of which I actively remember 4 days), I thought it wise to cut my body some slack and do the same thing again this February. Brilliant plan thwarted cruelly last Saturday by two (really) nice Czech blokes who were sitting at the bar and insisted I had a Guinness with them. Customer is king. And after all, Guinness is the most nutritious beer out of all the beers. One will surely not throw me completely off track…

…12 hours later I wake up at 10 a.m. on my bathroom floor with only the vaguest idea of how I got there. My eyes are swollen, my nose is runny, my finger and toe nails are painted neon pink and my face looks like I took make-up tips from Courtney Love. Oh yeah, and the constant dry heaves. Turns out after we got thrown out of two bars, me and a colleague partied at a friend’s huge condo right across the street from my house. Apart from a really nice flat with an awesome view, she also has a cat and I am (and always have been) allergic to cats. Which did seemingly not bother me in my state of alcohol-induced euphoria so me and the cat became best buddies for one night.


And the moral of the story: Don’t drink. And if you do, at least leave the pussy alone.



Pictures from that night/early morning which I just found on my camera:

Right: me & my new best friend.
Left: my belt and someone's arm
(I think it was intended by me to be one of those casual-from-above-angle pictures but something didn't work out - probably my idea of where 'above' was)



the beautiful dawn which I only dimly remember