HUNGOVER

We had a little work party last night. The fun and drinking started at work with a Coors, a perfect breakfast beer and also a good beer to warm up on. When we got to the restaurant, I ordered a cocktail that is kind of becoming my new go to- a Smoked Old Fashioned. The perfect blend of whiskey, smoke, sugar and essential oils from the orange peel. Sublime. How do they smoke it you may well ask? I’m not totally sure, but the cocktail arrives with a glass shroud filled with smoke and the drink itself. However they do the smoke part, it imbues the drink with the aroma of a campfire.

I first had a smoked old fashioned in London at a private after hours club which our London friends Matthew and Laura had brought my wife and I.

There is an alchemy to this very simple cocktail that is sublime. We enjoyed a few old fashioneds in Portugal, most memorable from Bica Sour, a bistro in Lisbon. Back in Vancouver, Michelle brought me to a Turkish restaurant where I enjoyed a Smoked Negroni.

Last night, after the one cocktail, I enjoyed a few glasses of red wine. All told, it was not so much of a big drinking night, but these days it doesn’t take much.

I came home and related an anecdote from the evening, where I had made what I thought in my inebriated mind to be quite witty joke, but it fell flat. Something about how people make a fuss about slippery slopes, but routinely ignore the dangers of a dry slope.

As I related this a second time, the joke failed for a second time. Probably now a third time.

Anyway, I fell asleep in front of the tv, which is a pretty regular and unremarkable happening.

Then I crashed, went to bed, waking up about four something with the classic dry mouth (from mouth breathing). There was a weird dream where I was with a group of four people on an office jumping up and down in unison, going Woo every fifth beat. I had no shirt on, and shorts. Whatever.

It was such nonsense I had to get up. Drink water. Take pee. Drink more water. Then I made the best decision.

I worked out.

Thirty minutes later, the workout was done.

And I didn’t feel so hungover. Just tired. Now it’s time to get ready to go work.

Cheers!