you can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread man

Just an ickle, quick post. The xmas party was grand; a few people may be regretting actions but I don’t really know them so who cares ;). Traffic was a bitch, so instead of taxi-ing I just walked, it was half an hour in fairly windy weather, so the hair might have complained, but honestly, it was a work do, so who cares.

We have just under an hour of free drinks before the dinner, so I got my usual vodka and diet coke, only to realise that those weren’t pub measures. More like doubles, if not triples, so the three I had before dinner made me quite chatty. And the best thing about the food was the bread. So I you can guess how much I actually ate. More drinking, then pubbing, we were going to go to Copper’s, but I got fed up having the “are we going yet” discussion at least three times. And so when a few others decided to head for home I figured I’d walk with them.

Only to discover I’d lost my watch. So I wandered back into the pub for a few minutes, but to be honest I wasn’t that bothered, and then walked off home on my lonesome.

And bed. Lovely lovely bed. Only to get up far too early the next morning and go to work. Was v v tired. But luckily no hangover. Yay for vodka.

So a good night was had by all. Recovery this weekend.

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4 Responses

  1. Harlequin says:

    I'm not happy about you walking around Dublin at night on your own. >:-( But I'm glad you had fun. xxx

  2. Fence says:

    I usually walk home by myself.

  3. jean pierre says:

    i love it how nice the bed feels when one is really tired or cold… it almost makes it worth it to get that tired!

  4. Harlequin says:

    Oh, that's alright then. Cos the more you do it, the less likely you are to get attacked/raped/pissed on. That's statistics for ya.