Raging Hangover

I'll make this post short and sweet because I'm a little...tired today. We had today off from training so everyone made the best of it last night. Our night was a little longer than most because at about 7pm we went to dinner at this little place in an alley around the corner from our hotel. There weren't any pictures or English on the menus so just before we had to start randomly pointing at characters to order, an English-speaking Taiwanese businessman came over to help us order.

Flash to 40 minutes later: his table has joined our table and we are all toasting each other with nearly continuous shots of whiskey (the men had been in the restaurant for less than two hours but were on their second bottle of whiskey--Marco said it wouldn't be the last either). We left there around 9 pm and really could have called it a night, but we were meeting a few others to go to a bar called The Shannon. Ouch.

I woke up this morning cursing the existence of Georgie, Jason, Tony, and their German co-worker Marco, and thanking the deities for the lovely Taiwanese ramen noodles that my stomach could actually keep down.