Went to T&A's house last night for a cocktail party and I brought the cake I'd made. T was already hammered so the cocktails he made had not been measured whatsoever. I don't know what was in mine but it tasted like Bacardifilled vomit so I drank it bit by bit until I was able to discretely dispose of it -in Boyfriend's glass- and the got onto a bit of bubbly instead. Due to T's inability to measure his drinks we were all pretty snookered when we stumbled into the cabs... S hid her drink from the cabbie and finished it during the ride - I think she's a brave woman for actually drinking all of it. The winebar was good fun, it was an open bar for the Medics and I was sort of allowed to get in on it as Medics got drinks for me.
I had quite a few Absolut Raspberry with orangejuice - the 4th one was taken away from me and Boyfriend finished it to make sure I didn't get too drunk to get into the club. The Leadmill was an absolute riot, haven't danced for ages so I went wild -dancing and hopping around with various Medics and Dentists. I tried to explain the Magic Wand to the dentists but they didn't get it as they're a bit behind in modern [dental] equipment here in the UK.
Anyway, it was apparently a very good night as I have no recollection of getting into bed with Boyfriend.
Me: "When did you get to bed last night?"
Boyfriend: "At the same time as you, pisshead! You asked me to take your bra off, remember?"
Me: "Did I? How funny! Wait a minute, I've still got my bra on, and it's left imprints!"
Boyfriend: "Yeah, couldn't be arsed flipping you over to get to the hooks so I just left it."
Me: "Thanks for being nice, you lazy shit. Hey, you've still got your socks on, soooo not sexy!"
Boyfriend: "Oh, yeah? You're right! Fancy that. Now move over so I can have some duvet..."
Me (rolled up in the duvet): "Ooooo, I'm cocooned!"
Boyfriend: "Are you still drunk?"
And after that affectionate chat we shared a couple of Paracetamol's and slept for another 2 hours. The tap water is fantastically tasty today. I wonder why...
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Just wanted to let you know that you no longer have any right to make fun of me because of my "Take off my bra"-incident. I won't (well, I'll try not to...) comment on yours and you won't comment on mine. Right!?!
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