Morning Surprise!

Don't you just love weekend benders? Palaging may surprise awaiting you in the morning.

Like: looking for your watch the next day and hoping you didn't leave it somewhere.

Like: wondering how the hell you managed to get home when you can't really remember how you left the club, or what happened to the people hitting on you.

Like: finding strange numbers saved on your phone, of people you have decidedly unreliable recollections of.

Like: finding receipts for drinks you don't remember paying for when you open your wallet to buy lunch workday Monday. And you realize YOU were buying the drinks that night, not the honeys hitting on you. Tsk. Poor form.

Like: hurriedly checking your bank account to see how much you have left after the bender. And being a bit horrified.

Like: finding a condom in your coin purse when you pull it out to pay Manong Tricycle Driver at 7:30 in the morning workday Monday, and having to hurriedly stuff it back, wondering how the hell it got in there. Don't worry prudes, pro-lifers, parents and friends of parents. I didn't shag anyone last Sabado. I have no idea how that bit got in my wallet.

I solemnly swear to leave all my cards home and go out with just a set amount of cash on my next booze trip. That way I don't find myself financially fucked over the next week.

Oh and P.S., why the hell is there such a buzz over Jagermeister? It tastes like blinking mouthwash with a bit of booze swished in.