Physical and moral hangover

For three weeks ago I promised myself not to get carried away, this was about my emotional life. Now I have to make the same promise, about alcohol. I don’t go out much; in fact I only do it when I have to go out with clients (I am forced to stay as the last one standing until 5 am, just to make sure my clients are okay), like this week-end. My company had 220 Scandinavian architects in town, over half of them men, how much fun can that be!

So I have been eating too much (fine dining, Madeleines Madteater etc, who cares about a diet!) and of course Saturday night, I got drunk. God dammit. I blame this the totally cute, young architect who was pouring mojitos in me, just to see how stupid I get when I am drunk. And stupid did I get. But there must have been a slight grain of common sense left in my alcohol toxicated brain as I took a taxi to my hotel, alone. I have no idea what time; it was certainly closer to the hour I usually wake up than when I go to bed. I had to be back with my architects on Sunday, and again I am impressed how I always set the alarm on my mobile, no matter how many mojitos I have been drinking. In the morning when I woke up I had no idea where I was. First I thought I was in my son’s room as there were clothes all over the floor but then, my son doesn’t have a bedroom, living room, a hall, toilet and a bathroom (the girl at the hotel booking knows that I am totally corrupt and gave me a complimentary suite, and I will in return send her a lot of clients).

Back on my feet, I promised I will never touch alcohol again. I guess I have never kept a promise such a short time. In the evening in Christiania, my client wanted to celebrate the big success with champagne (though they only had cava in Spiseloppen). I think I have alcohol in my blood until Christmas.