I've gotten used to being in town over Christmas and New Year. It's a choice that I have made, and I'm still feeling okay about it. I'm not willing to compromise my dog's welfare and mental well-being, so I'm willing to compromise for her.
Popped out to Kizuna to say hi to the friends who wanted to meet before everyone pops out for their ski trips and winter break. The stir-fry chef was ill, unfortunately, so there were no garlic fried rice, goya chanpuru or mapo tofu. LOL Never mind, there're plenty of other things on the menu that the other chefs could prep and serve up.
I had fluffy steamed rice with furikake, and pork jowl, as well as oden (no daikon today). Those were happy things for me. The man got his pidan-tofu, fried chicken, ankimo mousse thingy, and cured gizzard shard. We were all satiated. The friends got their niku-jaga and such.
I wisely stuck to highballs all night. Some opted for gin and the others also had an eggnog to round up the night. I was busy chatting, then there was one final tray of shots. I didn't even know what I was drinking. Someone said 'whisky'. Fine.
I didn't even drink that much. But that shot killed me. I didn't get drunk or throw up. I was perfectly fine when I went to bed. But I woke up with a splitting headache. I swore I was hungover for two days after.
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