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Showing posts with label accidental drunkenness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accidental drunkenness. Show all posts
Friday, June 15, 2012
Night run
After work today a couple of bottles of champagne mysteriously appeared, so I went up to the roof of the office to help drink them. We're not blessed with champagne flutes, so I had a teacup full of fizzy wine and then remembered that it was time to go home for a run.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Boozed, midweek
W.C. Fields wrote of martinis that they are like breasts - one is never enough, but three are too many. There was a man who never saw Total Recall.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Boozed
Tonight I went for a quiet drink at 28, the bar over the road from our office.
That would have been fine, but three cocktails, a glass of stout and some apple fritters later, I staggered out and caught a taxi over to River Valley for dinner and some more drinks that I could ill-afford, either physically or financially.
The problem with drinking earlier is that inebriation arrives earlier; we were wrecked by 8pm, whereas every good Englishman knows he needs to be pie-eyed about 10:30, to avoid risking any shenanigans/shitfacedery. On a school night, anyway.
This wasn't a school night. But I was coming off the back of several days of hard work and frustration, so perhaps it was acceptable to get tanked up. While we were out we met a random lady, flown in from Jakarta for the weekend, teaching in Indonesia. She taught us about drinking, and about the hidden club beneath Avalon in the Marina Bay. In return, we bought too many shots and then fled early. Well, midnight. Is that early? Are we lightweights? What is going on?
That would have been fine, but three cocktails, a glass of stout and some apple fritters later, I staggered out and caught a taxi over to River Valley for dinner and some more drinks that I could ill-afford, either physically or financially.
The problem with drinking earlier is that inebriation arrives earlier; we were wrecked by 8pm, whereas every good Englishman knows he needs to be pie-eyed about 10:30, to avoid risking any shenanigans/shitfacedery. On a school night, anyway.
This wasn't a school night. But I was coming off the back of several days of hard work and frustration, so perhaps it was acceptable to get tanked up. While we were out we met a random lady, flown in from Jakarta for the weekend, teaching in Indonesia. She taught us about drinking, and about the hidden club beneath Avalon in the Marina Bay. In return, we bought too many shots and then fled early. Well, midnight. Is that early? Are we lightweights? What is going on?
