Saturday, November 12, 2005
The Man Who Loved Beer
You'd think after drinking for the best part of a decade, I'd have worked it out by now, but noooo. Free beers + expensive beers = lots of drinking. I've discovered that the least convincing phrase I can say is "Oh, just one more then." The most dangerous thing is a bar with waitress service. You just sit there! And they bring you beer and chips and anything else you desire! (So long as it's alcoholic or snack based. Or the bill). So there i was at closing time, complimenting my friend on her Ipod playlist, as the bar staff were putting the chairs up on all the other tables and telling us at 5 minute intervals that we had 5 minutes left to drink.
"I know my rightsh, we can drrink til 20 past! Sthe law! In fact, cosh we had chipsh, we get an exshtra 10 minutesh!"
Pushing it a little bit. Then the woozy tube right home and an ill advised decision to try and cook a 5 course banquet, which was scaled down to soup and bread. Thank goodness i ate something though, or my pain would have been magnified by ten this morning. To give you an impression of how I'm feeling, I just tried to lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, and missed, causing my head to hit the desk. Thunk. Ow. OwOwOw. Urgh. Thankfully I have nothing planned for the rest of the day. Hope you're feeling somewhat better than I do.
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