Hangovers, why, ohh why is my body designed to punish me for having fun, that I do not understand!
My school held the annual christmasparty last night and I got stupendesly drunk! It was great fun, we started at “Esrum kloster” an old monastery in the northern part of Sealand, the food there is excellent and the beer is, in lack of a better word, perfect!
After several hours of eating and drinking we went back to our school and danced the night away 🙂
Some of us ended up at The Rock, a nightclub in Copenhagen and they had beer 🙂
It was a fun night and today I feel like something someone should kill with a stick…
Some of the words that spring to mind is: