by Red Schuhart » Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:48 pm
None of the above really.
I spent New Year's Eve about 40 feet from the Atlantic Ocean (that's where I live) in front of my computer.
Entertainment came by way of The Eagles, ELO, Alice Cooper and the necessary cans of inhibition-reducing Guinness that allowed me to howl along.
Somewhere around 3am I discovered that my legs were not working the way they usually do. I found out why when I emerged from the coma into New Year's Day and saw the six empty cans. That's twice as many as usually knock me on my arse - I must've drunk the last three while unconscious.
No more Guinness until April (my birthday). I really hate hangover headaches.
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Few know, and I'm not telling.