I fear I know myself too well. As per my last entry, I did indeed go out for birthday drinks (#pancholiturns30). The plan was to go early, leave early, which of course became arrived early, left late. Very late. My drinking strategy reminds me of a quote from 'We Were Soldiers'; " I will be the first to set foot on the field, and I will be the last to step off". Only I end up being strafed by a helicopter gunship, or at least feeling like it.
The last Jaegerbomb crossed the lips around 0200 and the race started at 0700. Too early to be hungover, but hydrating on beer, wine, whisky, et al. led to a pretty average race. Got round (a slightly long course) in 41 minutes or so. Not going to impress anybody with that time, but did feel strangely proud of myself...until the headache kicked in early afternoon.
