Some lessons you just never learn

Another weekend wrapped up, and at least it was a memorable one.

My friends 30th birthday celebrations on Saturday night was a real hit, even despite the hangover that wiped out most of Sunday. The fact that I managed to suppress hurling on the underground the next morning was truly heroic. I know I should have learnt my lesson after last weeks hangover, but if I didn't learn from the many hangovers of the past 14 years, I'm certainly not going to learn now.

However, there were some things I did learn this weekend:

1. London underground, humid weather, a tuxedo and overcrowding, combine to create the worst traveling experience.

2. Champagne, Cosmopolitans and Vodka Martini's should not be mixed within the space of a few hours.

3. When hungover, don't start listening to the drunk outside the underground, prophesizing the end of the world, it won't improve the situation.

More detailed memories of the evening are still a little hazy, but so far highlights include;

• Mixing cocktails, which was a chance for me to demonstrate the Dirty Girl Scout (I seem to remember using the phrase "I'm off to knock up a girl scout").
• Vague memory of trying to chat up one of the women, but failing, probably due to the earlier Dirty Girl Scout.
• Singing along to the musical episode of Buffy towards the end of the night.

I'm sure there were also pictures taken throughout the evening, and if any turn up that are not too offensive, I will try and post them later.

Next weekend; a trip to the Isle of Wight to celebrate another friends 30th. I swear I'm drinking in moderation this time...