I was staying as a guest in a big house with several other people. It was Saturday night, and I spent the night on a huge comfy bed with a yellow duvet watching Hockey Night In Canada and drinking Scotch. I don’t normally drink, so this was an unusual activity for me, and I’d never drank while watching hockey on TV except in bars.
The next morning I was hungover, and I cured it by masturbating.
Monday morning I was back at home, and Albert called me while I was still in bed. A regular check-in kind of call from New York City. He told me he’d had sex with the girl he had a date with on Saturday, that it had gone really well, and they were going to go to a hotel room tonight. Then I told him about my weekend, and I was just about to tell him how I cured the hangover when I awoke.
