Mgrurrruahurrr...
... is the moany kind of noise that I want to lie on the sofa making all day while eating fried food and drinking lots and lots of water.
I am SO hungover.
Had the most fantastic evening last night though. Got to London at 4, met Mockley, proceeded straight to the Spitz without passing go or (sadly) collecting £200, necked a bottle of wine, got all nostalgic, and decided we needed company. Him and PianoMan turned up in quick succession, then Sweepy popped in for a glass of wine, followed by DrG who I haven't seen for aaaaaaaaaaages (DrG, Mockley, Queen of the Irish and I used to share a house).
Things degenerated fast as the wine flowed and we all gabbled nineteen to the dozen. Kept meaning to go and get food, but then kept putting it off. In the end, Mockley's brother turned up on his bike, and we finally dragged ourselves across the road to Pizza Express, where another four bottles of wine were demolished, pizza was eaten, and great fun was had by all.
The only bad bit was the end of the night when, at midnight, we wandered back to the station and had to say goodbye. Mockley and I just about held it together, but it was close. New York? Pah! Stay here with meeeeeeee!!!!!!!! No, not really. I'm so proud of her for going it's not even true. But I will miss her like crazy.
So, got home at 1:30, considered puking, decided against it, woke up at 7 feeling like death. And now I'm at work.
I don't care what anyone says, with four days to go til the weekend, Mondays will NEVER be the new Friday!
I am SO hungover.
Had the most fantastic evening last night though. Got to London at 4, met Mockley, proceeded straight to the Spitz without passing go or (sadly) collecting £200, necked a bottle of wine, got all nostalgic, and decided we needed company. Him and PianoMan turned up in quick succession, then Sweepy popped in for a glass of wine, followed by DrG who I haven't seen for aaaaaaaaaaages (DrG, Mockley, Queen of the Irish and I used to share a house).
Things degenerated fast as the wine flowed and we all gabbled nineteen to the dozen. Kept meaning to go and get food, but then kept putting it off. In the end, Mockley's brother turned up on his bike, and we finally dragged ourselves across the road to Pizza Express, where another four bottles of wine were demolished, pizza was eaten, and great fun was had by all.
The only bad bit was the end of the night when, at midnight, we wandered back to the station and had to say goodbye. Mockley and I just about held it together, but it was close. New York? Pah! Stay here with meeeeeeee!!!!!!!! No, not really. I'm so proud of her for going it's not even true. But I will miss her like crazy.
So, got home at 1:30, considered puking, decided against it, woke up at 7 feeling like death. And now I'm at work.
I don't care what anyone says, with four days to go til the weekend, Mondays will NEVER be the new Friday!
posted by Mookmoo at 11:21 am
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