Sunday, January 25, 2004
There is no word in Italian for hangover.
Went to an excellent party last night where I shared two bottles of soave with an Italian. Why, then, did my head hurt so much this morning?
Well, I had thought that we were sharing the wine, making our way through the bottle together. I’ve since discovered that she only had two glasses all evening, so I must have had the rest. They don’t know how to drink, and they are plotting to get me drunk. The bastards.
Went to an excellent party last night where I shared two bottles of soave with an Italian. Why, then, did my head hurt so much this morning?
Well, I had thought that we were sharing the wine, making our way through the bottle together. I’ve since discovered that she only had two glasses all evening, so I must have had the rest. They don’t know how to drink, and they are plotting to get me drunk. The bastards.
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