November 26, 2005

  • Not hungover

    Frankly, this is amazing.  Marvellous.  Astonishing.  Truly bizarre, and I honestly don't know why this is the case.


    So, we had our Division AGM last night.  Certain people didn't bother to turn up or to send apologies (well, now there's a surprise); however, my former Brownies and Guides had a lovely display of their work, with all the other Brownies and Guides in the area picking things up, examining them thoroughly, looking a little wistful at the hair braids, trying them on, and generally being inquisitive.  This was rather nice.  One brave person ate some of the flapjack.  And swiftly realised their mistake


    And, afterwards, we went out and got drunk.  Derrrrunk drunk.  Drunk as in I have not been so drunk for quite some time.  Drunk involving two enormously large Butterscotch Nipples shots, and three (or maybe four, and it could be five) Malibu and cokes.  Drunk involving a detour to another pub to use the loo on the way home, rather than actually burst open in the sleety-faux-snow.  Drunk so that we decided Trivial Pursuits was a good idea (we have the original Genus edition, which makes things slightly more challenging).  Drunk so much that Andy (who moved onto wine when he got home) fell asleep on the kitchen floor: so we took some photos, tucked him up and left him to it.  Drunk so that I didn't get to bed before 3 am, and then got woken by Jo forgetting her keys (she had less to drink, which was probably good) on her return from the dentist.


    I'm still in pyjamas, and my enormous rugby shirt.  I will get dressed, I need to go to the Post Office, and I ought to go to John Lewis, and that, my friends will be the fullest extent of my travelling today.  I should go to Eltham to Heather's Housewarming.  However, Jo's not going, and I can't face the train on my own.  Unless someone can offer me the moral support on the way home.  I have been invited to stay over, but I need my bed tonight.  I'm wimping out on the subject of English weather (although Mum's not too particularly keen on me going out either - she's in a phase of wanting to run my life at the moment, and I can't quite manage to summon the wherewithal to resist her impulses).


    Got a letter from Girlguiding UK, and panicked that it was a formal complaint of some description from GinC.  Wasn't.  It was an invitation to CHQ to get my QG presented in mid-March.  My Mother is thrilled to bits, and can't wait to meet the Countess.


    I may not be hungover, but I feel distinctly delicate. 


    I might have some food in a bit.


    xxx

Comments (2)

  • Looks and sounds like a fun evening! The photos remind me of a time when I visited a friend in Chicago and got "derrrrunk."

    I ended up passing out on her floor with a garbage bag as a pillow ... just in case.

  • That's a lovely way of describing it. "I feel distinctly delicate."

    Hope you don't mind a new sub.

    pale

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