When 2 became 40

Everyone has one of these at least once in their lifetime, most have them a few times a year. Me? I rarely have them, cause I know better. But this morning I had one, after much heavy drinking last night, I finally got to bed, 3 and a hlaf hours later and I hear that oh so familiar sound, that sound that hits me in the stomach, my damn alarm clock! That little Nokia phone that serves as my mobile phone is also respnisble for me getting to work on time. O six hundred hours, and that damn beeping starts, switch off... 2 more minutes I say to myself, just two.

Yeah, like its ever 'just two', 42 minutes later and my slightly aching head manages to turn around and realise that it is now 06:42 AM, a time when I should already be on the underground and on my way to work. But not this morning.

I got home last night and was immediately greeted with 'Jy'd die braai vergeet ne?' (you forgot about the barbecue didnt you?). The answer was an obvious yes, anybody that knows me will know that my memory is not one of my stronger points, in fact its probably one of my worst characteristics (if you consider memory a characteristic of someone). So anyways, I notice the 3 or 4 cases of beer (and a few bottles of wine)on the floor, which my fellow housemates are more than eager to share. So bag hits the floor, jacket over the chair, and a cold one is in my hand. Unfortunately though, it was only the first of many.

At about midnight, the doorbell rings, which is kind of odd cause everyone expected to be there is already there. Must be the neighbours complaining about the music. Open the door, and what a surprise! Its the neigbours complaining about he music, but after a quick and kind of sarcastic 'Would you like a beer?... glass of wine maybe?' The girls face lights up, apparently shes been wanting to come over for weeks but never really had a good reason to do so and she figured joining us at 12 at night would be the perfect way to introduce herself.

So 'Jax', along with her boyfriend very eagerly joined the party just as I was going to bed. You see, I like to think of myself as a responsible kind of guy, and most of the time I am, but when you get dragged out of your bed by someone drunker than yourself, your responsibilty has to take a back seat. Eventually at about 02:00AM I dont sneak off like I had previously attempted, rather unsuccessfully, but instead anounce in a loud drunken slur, than I am now going to bed, I have work tomorrow! It worked, they left me alone... for about 2 minutes until they once again tried draggin me out of bed, persistent drunks! Anyhow, I didnt leave my bed this time.

When I was leaving this morning, I noticed three of them lying on the floor and couch in the lounge, passed out and not at work. Aaaah, silly buggers! I still got to work on time.