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.
10 comments:
omy! Sounds like a little too much fun?;)
ahahahaha!!!
Here we go again! LOL Thank God for the picture!
@ Palmtreefanatic: Oh no, there was just the right amount of fun, only some people had too much to drink and not enough to eat - hence the, ahem, side effects.
@ Shanny: I know! Who would have thought it'd come so handy, eh?
That's hilarious!! I went to my friends for an alleged quite night witha DVD... all I remember is I had a glass of wine which mysteriously never emptied...next thing I remember is rolling out of her flat (her poor boyf had to drive me home). Suffice to say I felt like sh*t the next morning (however recognised my house!) and have been told i drank a bottle of wine myself :-/
I must really be getting old, b/c that DOES NOT sound fun to me! The first bit sounds great, but I'm really not up for the day-after! Hope you had a nice, relaxing rest-of-the-weekend.
Never have an empty wall; it's dangerous... ;))
@ Karen: I was a little lethargic to start with, but once I got going I was fine. I did a double dance class on Saturday and went for a power walk on Sunday, so not bad at all. Even hubby didn't have any flu symptoms and didn't need to drink any tea - perhaps the secret is to go totally OTT and not stop after just one bottle of wine/five pints of lager/ten shots etc.
@ GMG: So true... who would have thought, eh?
You should have put on a blonde wig and turned your head when he woke up. That would have totally freaked him out:"Oh God,What did I do?,WHere am I? Tinsie's going to kill me.I'll feign amnesia from the alcohol etc..." :-)
Haha! What if he turned round and said, "Maevis darling, how did I get to your flat?" What would I do then?!
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