Chapter 17Angela
The worst post rock night hangover ever.
I woke up early, on top of the covers and fully dressed. I resolved clothed sleeping was an experiment in nocturnal habits that I did not want to repeat. Saturday stretched ahead of me, and I valued Saturdays. That one, I was valuing a little less.
My trip to the gym was significantly less intense than usual. I spent more time drinking water than engaged in any activity. After, I met Louise for our lunch at Carluccio’s. She was early and had ordered the prosecco. I reminded her that contrary to the events of last week, I have never been a big drinker. The occasional pint and a civilized glass of wine. She waved my protests away.
There I was drinking again less than twelve hours after I had finished the night before. Finally, aft
