Booze 3- Schmeezy 0
IamgettingoldandcannotdrinkthewayIusedto. There. I said it. The phrase “I am never drinking that much again” has now been replaced with the above. My glory days of Maritzburg Varsity, Lady Hattons, Crowded House pig nights with my wing men Scottles and Manning, hockey fines meetings and the like, are now a distant (and admittedly) blurry memory.
IamgettingoldandcannotdrinkthewayIusedto. There. I said it. The phrase “I am never drinking that much again” has now been replaced with the above. My glory days of Maritzburg Varsity, Lady Hattons, Crowded House pig nights with my wing men Scottles and Manning, hockey fines meetings and the like, are now a distant (and admittedly) blurry memory.
Weekend synopsis:
Fri - popped into My Grill, My Bar on Friday night after Cracka’s indoor match. Watched a shy office nerd get smashed and lose all her inhibition as well as a posse of 40+ divorcees strut their wares for the lads of Jozi. Drank too much whiskey.
Sat – took the pigs to obedience training and then Cracka to golf. Drank too much wine at Bobby G’s birthday party in the evening.
Sun – went to the Fab Four at the Cresta Barnyard Theatre. Drank too much wine under the auspices of Wanderers Hockey fundraising.
Feeling decidedly toxic this morning ... me’ thinks I should consider a detox for the rest of the month!
Fri - popped into My Grill, My Bar on Friday night after Cracka’s indoor match. Watched a shy office nerd get smashed and lose all her inhibition as well as a posse of 40+ divorcees strut their wares for the lads of Jozi. Drank too much whiskey.
Sat – took the pigs to obedience training and then Cracka to golf. Drank too much wine at Bobby G’s birthday party in the evening.
Sun – went to the Fab Four at the Cresta Barnyard Theatre. Drank too much wine under the auspices of Wanderers Hockey fundraising.
Feeling decidedly toxic this morning ... me’ thinks I should consider a detox for the rest of the month!
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