100 Pints and a Monday Hangover...

The milestone was acheived yesterday afternoon at around 5.30pm. I was feeling good at that stage. 100 pints down, a T shirt to commemorate and the knowledge that from now on the bank balance won't take as much of a hammering.

This morning I have regrets. I have a headache, a gurgling somersaulting stomach and a bizarre penchant for ice cold water. After the 100th pint we invited Dion (the bar manager) and Lainey (one of the bar staff), both new found friends, back to our place for dinner. That was fine. It was the drinking marathon that lasted until the wee hours of the morning that was the problem. King of the ring, 3 Man and Mexi was the order of the evening and we were all spurred on by the copious amounts of vodka and the will to get everyone else more drunk than ourselves.

Today I am vowing not to drink for the rest of the month.