Last night was good. I had great fun making the tapas – so much so that I made way too much food – and the eurovision was a blast as usual. One bit of advice, though (to myself, mainly, but anyone else who cares to listen may want to remember this too), when making sangria, make sure there’s enough soda in it. Or drink soda alongside, if you like. And when you’ve finished the sangria, have some soda (or even just plain water) first, and then, maybe, if it seems like a good idea, have some wine and bubbly.
I think the word I’m looking for is: Ooops.
Not that it matters much, I had a good time. I just don’t like having holes in my memory. This morning I couldn’t remember who won the eurovision (I had a feeling it might have been Turkey, but I wasn’t sure). And my digital camera was on the table, and I can’t remember getting it out. I also cannot remember any pictures being taken, but there is photographic evidence (might put some of it up. Possibly). You’d have thought I’d been taking part in the Eurovision Song Contest Drinking Game, though I hadn’t (hm, an idea for next year, perhaps?).
I felt much better this morning than I deserved to feel, so that’s ok. And one of the other people who came sailing had a much more serious hangover (he’d also had next to no sleep), which was comforting.
But still. More water. Will I ever learn?
Voice in my head: ABBA – The Name of the Game