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Hope you've all had a fantastic new year's party last night, and have a great new year!

(I also hope you don't have a hangover this morning. *bleh* I'd recommend a hot cup of tea with lemon and a couple of anti-headache pills. Then again, I've only had two hangovers in my entire life - so what do I know.)

Anyway. Happy New Year!

Happy New Year everybody!

NYE with my boyfriend and his family was amazing, we watched fireworks on the roof!
Even made a good fireworks photo by accident!
NY was less spectacular but more traditional with me being sick with food poisoning.

Aw! Why the traditional food poisoning? *worried*

Most people "sick of food poisoning" after NY Eve are actually simply "hung over."

I don't drink...

We have a traditional NYE bake, oliebollen, which is deep-fried dough. My father typically makes a huge batch although there's only three of us (and this year two, since I was away - he made around 75 oliebollen in four varieties).
They're greasy, and when they're hot they're great. When they cool down though, the grease sinks to the bottom of the oliebollen, and my stomach is no good with them.

BBP wrote:I don't drink...

I wasn't implying you.

But that is actually a very good thing you don't drink.

I am taking steps to stop drinking myself, which I hope to be able to do (other than ONE social drink now and then).

Yikes, BBP. No wonder about the oliebollen... I'm the same with cold greasy food, it just makes me feel like my stomach's tied up in knots. No good.

As for alcohol, I learned long ago what my limit was (none without food, and not much with food). So I rarely had more than one or two social drinks, and rarely had to suffer through a hangover. (The one or two that I did have were enough, thanks!)

Also, when I became a first-year student in university I could see (and smell) the effects of the morning after. The first week of university was known as "O-week" (or "orientation week"), which was supposed to be about acclimitising new students to life on campus. Instead, it became an excuse for all the new kids to get as drunk as they could on cheap beer and play drinking games. The morning after, as I strolled to class, I could see 18-year-old kids clutching their stomachs and heads, or puking on the ground, walls or grass. (Ewww). No thanks!