I am suffering from a hangover on a day when I have had meetings from 10am to 4pm, I really don’t know what I was thinking when I suggested to my cousin that we should stop for one drink on the way home.

There are people in this life that you can have one drink with, and there are others who you can have a drink with, which leads to two, three and you only stop after you are worn out from dancing on the tables. Not that I have got that far, but you get the picture. My usual tipple is gin and tonic, but some of the local bars don’t sell tonic so instead I have two shots of gin and a shot of lime juice. I ordered my first drink, it took 20 minutes to get served, so we had the great idea to order two more drinks because the chick who was serving us didn’t look like she was really loving her job. So I asked for the same again twice. She comes back with a rather large glass, I taste it and there is 4 shots of gin with only 1 shot of lime. Now this was not your beefeater but local gin as well, a students dream come true, cheap and gets you drunk quickly. I tried to grab the girls attention but she had gone with the wind. So I drank it, very slowly mind you, but drank it all the same.

I didn’t get drunk mind you, however I could feel my words slurring slightly so left to go home. On the way home, I met Nana Quame at the barrier. He came over and sat in my car, and we chatted for like almost an hour. We went over the events of the night before with Officer Forson, and he gave me a lecture about not renewing my license and that ignorance is no excuse. Now a thing about Ghanaian men, is they love talking about marriage, like they think it is what a girl wants to here. After giving me the lecture over ‘girls like you don’t really go out with policemaen’. Now as you know from my last blog, this is quite a concern of mine. I kept quiet and he could see it in my eyes. So he went on to talk about a rich lady who had dated several guys but didn’t have much luck and she ended up marrying a welder and they lived hapily ever after. Nice story, but didn’t remove the doubt from my head. He then said that he thinks I would make a good wife except that I should give up smoking, I was thinking woah Charle, calm down we haven’t even been on a first date yet. He kept on talking and I kept on thinking “will this actually work in the long term”, a part of me was saying run….but the other part was saying give him a chance. I am now more confused than ever. I can’t remember too much of what he was saying after that. These days I don’t get drunk, it goes straight to the hangover, and I could feel my head starting to thump. So I let out a yawn and said I had an early morning meeting. He said to me ‘come closer I want to say something to you’. I thought pull the other one mate, I know your type, there’s only the two of us in the car what do you need to whisper *rolling my eyes*, but I leaned closer, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then he left….ahh isn’t that sweet (she says rather sarcastically).

So that was my night, I woke up this morning, I could still taste the alcohol and not in the mood for the day ahead, I reluctantly got in the shower and hour after left the house an hour after that. It is now 6pm and I although the headache left at 3pm I so want to go to bed. So I bid you adieu, until the next time….