A little queasy

So last night I planned to go to the baseball, since the Canadians are in the Championship playoffs against Spokane and they are at home Sat, Sun and possibly Mon. Somehow my plans got disrupted by the building of a lot of Ikea furniture for Martha, one of the girls who's just moved into the house, and then another trip to Ikea when one of the drawers didn't fit together properly. This of course led to more purchasing of furniture, then more building after we came home, and then a clearing out of her room so we could move all of it in. Of course the desk that was in there already had to be moved out and downstairs to Gilles' room, which necessitated my removing the doors from each room and Martha, Gilles and I hefting the damn thing down a flight of stairs and along two corridors, before destroying the door frame in an effort to get it into its new home. After all of this, and moving the new furniture into Martha's room, I decided that we needed something alcoholic, and everyone else in the house agreed. Cue three or four hours of serious drinking, which led to the abandoning of the baseball game as I was seriously wasted. And I don't get wasted. There were a few rounds of "I have never" followed by some more alcohol, some of which was hideously strong and homemade, then some music and pool playing, a change of music to salsa and some improvised salsa tutilage. Gilles tried to teach me how to do salsa and mambo steps, and I kept apologising for standing on his feet, but I wasn't too bad. When it got to the stage of me feeling sick and not being able to actually hit the pool balls, I abandoned the night and went to bed, after staying up for a while and watching my tv in an effort to stave off the whirlygigs. I woke up at 4am with the tv still on, turned it off, and finally got up at 10am this morning. I don't feel too bad, except for some tiredness, but I shan't be getting that drunk for a while! *pale smile*