hangover

aint nothin but a g' thang
i'm feeling somewhat hungover today, which may be why i absolutely had to start the day off with a cheese puff pie from pick n pay. i love cheese puffs. the flaky puff pastry so light and fluffy and warm (mmmm. freshbaked) breaking open messily to let out the warm gooey cheesy-with- onion-and-MSG-flavours that burst in my throat. damn. i'm making myself hungry.

i ate the little cheese pillow of love once i arrived at work and people were giving me looks. perhaps they were jealous of the cheesy goodness that was in my posession (and mostly in my tummy). we had a buddy group discussion about this week's groups and we were all pretty much bitching about the academic writing stuff (mapping a paragraph), which was too rushed and waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over most of our heads. i kept pretty quiet though. the MSG high had started to kick in (why do people claim that this stuff is bad for you when it is so damn TASTY!) and i felt good. well except for the hangover-- a headache and dizziness as usual. i don't mind the headache and i'd take it over the dizziness anyday... but instead tha headache dissapears by 11 and the dizzy feeling remains. i feel like i need to lie down and wait for it to pass, but mostly that does't help. i never had a problem with this till the notorious "tequila/ schnapps" incident but i'll not go into that now.


the reason for the hangover was a dinner party at daniel's. daniel is pretty much a rennaisance man, what with the decorating and the photography and the cooking and... well, he has a list of talents, but i'm too hungover to go on about them. sufficit to say that he has them. carla and i shared a bottle of nederburg lyric. very nice. slighly tart but plenty of citrussy flavour and really easy to drink. apparently. of course the box wine that followed (from woolworths i thinks, a black box with pinstripes) may not have been a good idea. conversation was very witty but i don't remember much of it. something about sally's vibrator and also guy's neighbour and her noisy catflap construction. i think there may have been some link made between vibrators and catflaps but for the life of me i can no longer think what it could have been.

dinner was delicious, grilled linefish in a peppery coating with pineapple and lemon sauce with a tasty mash and greenbeans. very similar to the linefish at zero, but different enough not to be a naughty crib. then espresso and lovely crumbly apple crumble with cream. i felt very full but very happy.

carla wanted to go straight home but i convinced her that we should pop in at joburg, which was such a good idea! electroclash heaven. carla and i practised our "80's bored model" dancing. i got at least some of the alcohol out of my system.

anyway, to cut a long story short, they started playing disco, so we went home.