I saw some lovely people on NYE, and each offered me a different sort of drink. While I did not drink much in quantity, the sheer incompatibility of the mixture, seasoned with wasabi peas, prompted me to sit upright with a burning belly at 8:30 am.
By 9 am I was in the bathroom, projectile vomiting into the toilet as Paul Martin gave the Prime Minister's address on the radio: "I am proud of the diversity and integrity of the Canadian people..." [urp...splutter..blaaaa].
Next day, all I could eat was congee with the requisite salty donut in chinatown. And saw School of Rock at the Royal. Too much Jack Black for a queasy stomach.
