Hangover Sunday

I did't drink yesterday but yet I had the perfect Hangover Sunday. Getting out of bed late, making a much to fat breakfast (Feta with onions, tomatoes, hot peppers and some delicious oils) and a flatmate who is complaining about headaches and lying on the couch the whole day. I spared the headache and the sickness but the feeling of dancing all night and the taste of sweat and smoke was still on my mind the whole day. It's this great feeling of ending a week, having a great evening and night with a buch of friends.
Haha and it was the first time I was out for clubbing with Thomas, my second flatmate. He was fucking drunk but somehow survived it in a much better condition than Manu did (: