...me going out on a Wednesday night and getting completely palookered.
Good grief. It feels as though Ghandi left his slip slop in my mouth and/or a camel shat in my head.
OK, so here are the criteria to sort of justify why the Jolly Roger got a little rowdy:
1)The ex was there. He's still looking beuatiful. And he was with some bautiful blonde. So I quenched my lust and longing and sadness away.
2) My varsity nemesis, who I haven't seen in 4 years, has somehow found her way to Joburg. She actually fucking lives here now. I was drunk, sso down went the guard and I was very friendly. I think she thought I was mad. She's not half wrong.
3) Emma was buying me vodka shots. And a lot of them.
4) Greg was buying me tequila.
5) Tim, the ex's best friend, was just groping my ass.
Oh the joys.
On the way to work, I stopped into the store and bought aspirin, a coke, a fruit juice, a pie, biltong. I am feeling so foul right now. I'm sure the odourous liquor oozing from my pores smells pretty foul too.