Oof. Yesterday I had one of those hang-overs that just kept getting worse as the day went on. "Rhum-rhum revenge", to quote Doc.

I went out yesterday around noon, and only had one thing on my mind - going back to bed! But on the way back, I discovered that the Gay Pride parade was taking place on my frickin' street, so no buses were running. Looking at the masses of people moving toward me, I felt defeated, like "No way am I going to have the energy to fight through this crowd and get home". But I eventually sucked it up and pushed my way through the endless sea of people, even getting caught up in the energy a bit along the way: Until I realized "Wait a minute, how the hell am I going to nap with all this noise??"
By the time it was time to go to The Abbey Bookshop for Ian's book party, I was feeling pretty shitty (and I don't think I was the only one, lol). "Hair of the dog" was mentioned, so I took a glass of red that was offered to me. Probably wasn't the best idea. Looking at all the rustic cheeses & meats Ian had brought wasn't helping either. So needless to say, I made it home at a fairly decent hour, sober as a judge. But at least I had a new book to read.

The aftermath of the Gay Pride parade - good luck street sweepers!
And now I'm returning to bed.