Hangover

I woke up in a strange bed, not knowing how I came there, what I was doing, or why my body hurt so much. I looked around and pieces of the evening before came back to me. I was at my volunteer work, at the local stage and we had a meeting. And we also learned how to tap beer (I knew that already, but we had to do it again and show we knew it).
And then I drank a beer and another and another and another and some more. I missed the last bus home and went home with a co-worker, who's also a good friend. On the way to his house I tried to longboard, but fell down so much that I had a few wounds, that was the thing that was hurting.
Now I'm dizzy and not able to spell, make good sentences and anything like it. Stupid hangovers.

I like being able to drink beer since I were sixteen, can't even imagine waiting till 21. The drunken evenings with friends are just too much fun