Well, here I am , it's past midnight, and I'm waffling on the computer again.
The difference between this waffle and the earlier post is ...two bottles of Magners cider, so, I wonder where the Magners will lead my thoughts - down a blind alley or along a wavy line in the road me-thinks.
Once upon a time, I was a young woman, and drinking alchohol on a weekend was a normal and indeed favoured pastime. In fact, in my early twenties a night out was not considered to be good unless I was somewhat inebriated (is that spelled correctly?)
Yes, I can remember (vaguely) the "good old days" when I used to go out at least four times a week, get drunk, and then get up in the morning bright eyed and off to work without a care.
Sadly, time has taken its toll, nowadays my booze consumption has to be severely restricted, due to my body's inability to deal with the toxic effect of booze.
Consequently, it is not very often that I bother to go to the pub, because pub = booze = hangover Yuk, nasty, don't like it!
It's strange how things change, we have different phases in our lives when we see things from a different perspective. In my case, I went through the "drinking years" from 16 to 23, the (more or less) tee- total child bearing years from 23 to 32ish, responsible occasional drinker years from 32 to 42ish and then; the old body seemed to reject alchohol as an undesirable contribution to my metabolism.
As I said, just a few drinks will give me a severe hangover, so I do restrict my intake as much as possible.
Last weekend however, I was invited to a Garden party, live music free food and drink, so off I went, with all my good intentions, "I will go and enjoy myself without having much to drink", and I did, for the first four hours, unfortunately, the party went on for another six hours after that, so in spite of my efforts at pacing myself, I ended up having one or two beers that I should not have - hence, Monday was spent mostly lying on the settee feeling sorry for myself Yuk, nasty.
This evening, as I've already mentioned, I have drunk two bottles of cider, so tommorow will be a bit borderline as to how I'll be feeling, depending on my liver's capacity to deal with the evil beveridges.
I don't know why I bother with the drinks that I have, because it's not worth suffering for the relatively small amount of drink that it takes to give me a hangover.
Old habits die hard I guess, but I suppose in my case, it is a fairly rare event for me to go out, so it could be argued both ways, "don't worry about it, if you enjoy a drink now and then, and suffer the consequences accordingly". On the other hand, "if you don't need to drink most of the time, then why not just leave it alone altogether if it's going to make you suffer?"
Don't ask me! I can't work it out. I'm going to sleep on it! 
