For almost three minutes after I opened my eyes, I didn’t know where I was. I was confused and my head was spinning. I looked around me and didn’t recognize the room where I was sleeping. My arms and legs felt strangely numb and there was a strange metallic taste in my mouth. I realized I was thirsty. Extremely thirsty. The morning light was seeping through the curtains and I could see a bottle next to my bed. I drank the water and felt a bit better. The headache reduced a notch, but was still persistent enough to make me nauseous. Then, slowly and intricately, I began to recollect the events of last night.

I had driven up to my friend’s place at around nine in the night and we had been thrilled at the seeing each other again after a long time. He was still working in the same company where I had been and where I had met him a year and a half ago. We reminisced about old times and decided to drink to our good health.

“Just one beer,” I said. “No more.”

“Sure, buddy,” he said.

One beer, two beers and three vodkas later, I was numb and ready to pass out. I’ve never been drunk in my life before, and this was the closest I could come. We ate egg curry at two in the morning and promptly fell asleep in a drunken stupor.

My first hangover and my best one yet – the whole day passed by in a haze and in slow motion. Around evening, the headaches finally stopped and it felt good. I vowed never to get hung over again. There’re a couple of parties lined up this week. I wonder… 😀