On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film nights are special because they include not having to get up the next morning, and therefore, more booze.
We sat down with My Best Fiend. And beer for Sarge, cider for me. That’s where the cheating bit comes in, see. I drink drinks that aren’t gin and lemonade.
Since moving to Edinburgh, I have rediscovered my love of cider, and drank quite a lot of it here, on Saturday. There was cider and friends and laughs and card games, and an actual accessible toilet in the pub we were in. There was no leaving the pub to go off in search of another place to pee. That has happened before. I once left the original pub and went to one place after another with Out of Order Signs on their accessible toilet doors. It took me half an hour to find one, and all I remember of that time was begging Sarge not to make me laugh. He failed, but I didn’t, arriving at a working and unlocked accessible toilet still needing it. But there was no such shenanigans on Saturday, and four and half pints of cider later, we went home and had drunken fish and chips.
I awoke without a hangover. My last hangover was the result of a night out early on in my first year of Uni. I’d gone out with some friends, and the end of the night saw me leaving a trail of nuts and bolts from the chair from our front door to my room. The taxi driver put the wheel on wrong, and snapped my tipper bars, which was the cause of the leakage. I should also mention that I’d left my chair in the kitchen, using a spare chair to get to my room. This confused my hall-mates, who knocked on my door, asking if I needed anything.
Advil, I said.
No need for anything stronger than coffee on Sunday. And lots of fresh air on the way to the movies to see Winter’s Bone, which was brilliant and not unlike watching a really good documentary.
Since I’ve gone on a bit about drinking in this post, I’d like to say don’t drink and drive. Even when all you drive is a wheelchair.