REFLECTIONS: My last 2012 hangover

On the eve of 2013, I told myself, I will never touch a bottle of liquor again. With my hand on my stomach as I let out everything that I let pass via my throat! I cursed Iguana for being open when I needed a drink and for hosting my friends on a girls night out. Why do all girls’ night out turn out to be a menace in the morning?
This all started earlier on in the week when I called Mary. She is my longtime friend and it had been months since I moved to Nairobi.

Coming back home, to Kampala was exciting and I wanted to catch up with her on a lot of things. We had agreed to have a date on a Friday but she had warned me that she later on had a girls night out with her colleagues. I nodded in agreement!

The evening started at Kawa Lounge with some snacks and later on moved to Iguana. I remember texting my friend Carol inquiring if she was interested in hanging out, but being holiday season she was babysitting her niece and could not make it. I promised myself I would get drunk and break a leg …little did I know that after seven cocktails of long Island, and two shots of tequila, I would find myself at the Miami of my friends back seat chorking my lungs out.

From Iguana, the girls crew stopped by Bukoto and a bar I do not remember…because I was passed out in the back seat! Sara and her colleagues continued the partying with more beers, tequila shots and no one remembered to take water.

An hour later, they joined me in the car and we drove to Mary’s place. At the time, I thought we were just coming from Iguana heading home!

The morning was the worst nightmare of my stomach! I remembered the second last hangover I had while in Nairobi. It was a Saturday after a long work schedule.

We were three girls and two guys, we decided to rock the local bar in Karen. The party had started from Wildebeest Eco Camp and we thought it right to party the local way in Masai Mara. At the time it was a good idea as we swapped from Tuskers, to Smirnoffs to whatever beer was in stock… for the bar was running out of the famous brands. The following morning was mixed with headaches, stomach pains and me swearing to never get drunk in a foreign land.

But here I was in Kampala, at Mary’s place, with cereals and no milk and everything I ate was coming out in an interval of 15 minutes. For a moment I felt my life was a small bottle. I even tried the banana trick and it failed to hold in my stomach. I felt helpless and told myself that I wouldnot have any more hangovers in 2013 and Thank God I have fulfilled my Promise …And hope to live a more sober life this year.