Friday, 13 November 2009

Just the one

A quiet drink after work saw a pint that became a shared bottle of wine, that spread out to include sambuca, another large glass of wine more pints, some dancing, Luca, Becky, Tom, and a band, and getting so drunk that we fell out of the taxi home and ended up in a puddle. Kate, you lead me astray. We’re not good for each other’s livers.

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