Happy and hungover on the eighteenth of october...

Well, I managed to get pretty swimmingly drunk on my trip to the Faroes. I'm going through my receipts (it was a work trip), and I seem to have still been buying rounds at 3:45am, which is soooo not me. I remember singing eurovision songs with some surprisingly drunk Icelanders, and talking five kinds of garble with (very drunk) Faroese people, aaaand I remember having a D&M in an underground bomb-shelter-like thing outside the toilets. The amazing part here is, while I quite naturally enjoyed every second of the night as it was unfolding, I also enjoyed the hangover the next day, and, most astoundingly of all, the D&M isn't embarrassing me! Now I count THAT as a win for t!