Saturday, September 26, 2009
Someone put the kettle on
You'd think hubby & his mates would have learned their lesson after last Friday, but alas - not only have they not gone off the drink, they're now trying to corrupt me too. Yesterday Stavros & Katarina invited a group of us to their housewarming party, which started at 7 PM, finished at 3 AM and degenerated as follows:
10 minutes looking at the new flat
30 minutes talking life, work and politics
7 hrs 20 mins drinking our hosts out of wine, beer and spirits
Hubby, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't have to make his own way home, accepted every drink that was placed within his reach, and as a result remembers very little past 11 PM. By his own admission, when he woke up this morning, he was so disoriented he wasn't sure where he was. When I asked him how he worked out he was home his answer was: "we have pictures on the wall that I recognise".
I've always suspected there were functional, as well as aesthetic reasons for hanging pictures on walls. Now I have proof.