Mal aux cheveux...

Une fois n'est pas coutume, mais je suis sorti hier avec mes amis du Krav Maga et j'ai bu pas mal. Pas mal plus que d'habitude et pas mal trop. Résultat: aujourd'hui, pour la première fois depuis la Saint-Patrick, j'ai un mal de bloc solide. Je ne sais pas trop pourquoi j'ai commis cette erreur bête. Enfin oui je sais: la soirée a commencé trop tôt et au lieu de rentrer après quelques heures et quelques pintes, j'ai accepté à peu près toutes les tournées pour être poli. J'ai quand même réussi à espacer mes consommations, mais pas assez. Et puis il m'aurait fallu un gros repas au préalable pour éponger la bière. Mais enfin bref, en ce moment j'ai mal aux cheveux.

Sunday at the Regatta

I never thought I would say this, especially not after my last post on the topic, but Sunday I had a lovely time at the regatta. Granted, I didn't see the boats (this picture was taken back in 2013 at a completely different time and yes I uploaded it before) and I barely saw the Thames. But it was as if the bad crop from the day and night before were all suffering from a heavy hangover (which they probably were) and all that was left was the family and community orientated events. I really felt like I belonged here, in this town, and it does not happen very often. In the afternoon my wife gave a concert as a member the local orchestra in the park by the Thames. Typing this, I guess we are really locals now. Anyway, so she gave her concert in the afternoon and then in the evening we went to see an operetta by Offenbach, showing live on a screen, in the park again. The night was cool, but I had thought to bring warm clothes and even the discomfort of sitting of the ground and getting pins and needles had some kind of charm. Watching a show outdoor simply enhances the experience with a unique atmosphere. It just felt right. So I am surprised to say, but it was the best Sunday I had in a very long time.

Yesterday's St Patrick's Day

So although I promised I would blog more yesterday, I did not. I was too busy celebrating in the local Irish pub. It had been closed all day and opened in the evening. I had already started in another pub earlier on in the afternoon. So I enjoyed drinking Guinness, with a shot of Jameson to accompany it. Jameson may not be the most sophisticated or the most renown whiskey, but it goes beautifully with a beer, especially a stout. I am starting to think it is a sine qua non drink to go with the Guinness, although it does bring up my alcohol intake and increases the risk of hangover. I do have a bit of one today, although it is not the complete Irish flu.

So I drank, ate (more on this in another post) and got merry. I even sang a bit of Irish songs, as there was a band playing. Well, a man with a guitar and another one with a violin. The landlord and landlady couldn't just go with a playlist, not in a respectable Irish pub. I did not know all the lyrics, but I have heard all the songs. It is a great way to stay patient while you are waiting to be served. Because there was a lot of people and service was slow. My wife and I even met at random some of our neighbours. You see the drink of the man on the picture. It was Beck's with a green colouring. I say this partially as a disclaimer as I would never drink this, not even drunk. I always wear green on St Paddy's, but never ever drink green. The proper alcohols for the day have to be Irish and, when it comes to beer, very black.

Question existentielle (56)

Je suis sorti hier avec des collègues et j'ai un peu trop bu de bière brune. Pas assez pour être saoul (j'ai passé l'âge), mais assez pour avoir un bon mal de bloc aujourd'hui. J'ai le coeur fade et la tête qui me fait souffrir. Alors je pose cette question existentielle:

-Quel est le meilleur remède que vous connaissez contre le mal de bloc et les lendemains de veille?

Petite nature

Je n'ai bu que deux pintes hier, après un repas assez consistant, j'ai bu beaucoup d'eau avant de me coucher, j'ai même marché à la rencontre de ma tendre épouse quand elle est revenue de sa soirée marocaine, pourtant j'ai un petit mal de bloc. Je crains d'être une petite nature, incapable de prendre un verre. Il est vrai que j'ai bu deux bières sombres, qui ont la réputation de donner des maux de tête épiques. Enfin, il fait assez froid aujourd'hui, on a un mois d'octobre qui ressemble à un mois d'octobre, alors je vais traiter mon lendemain de veille (enfin, lendemain de veille, je n'ai guère veillé) cet après-midi en prenant une promenade automnale dans la nature en fête. Ca va me replacer la tête et l'estomac.