I threw up in a drain at Chinatown

Those of you who've only been out drinking with me since 1999 or so will scoff merrily at this, but it used to be that I could knock back a good 5, 6 drinks a night without having to worry about it, and it took something like 10 to put me into hangover mode.

Last night, I had 2 beers and spicy Turkish food, and after 10 minutes in a crowded little bar, I had hurtled down the stairs to ready myself for the inevitable upchuck into the nearest drain. On the bright side, I have dear friends who held my hair back to keep it out of the upchuck and offered me tissue and water afterwards (T was off getting the car).

I suppose I should've known better than to indulge in spicy food so quickly after the beer, but it was very good spicy Turkish food. If you're ever in the Tanjong Pagar area, check out Efem. Nice people, good food, decent prices. My British friends swears they're the best in Singapore (he's my only authoritative source since Turkish food is a lot more common in the UK than it is here).