I've only just now gotten over this hangover enough to write about it. As of last night, the sight of a bottle of wine was still giving me the skeevies. Saturday night, although my foot was still a bit swollen and hurt, I was able to walk on it with a slight limp so we decided that I could manage a quiet night out at a restaurant just around the corner from our flat. I happened to talk to my friend Monique that afternoon so I mentioned our plan to her and they joined us. Over the course of dinner, a few bottles of wine were consumed and when Monique and Murray mentioned walking across the street to a bar, I thought it was a great idea. My inner monologue went something like this: "Well, 'sonly 'cross the lil' ol' street. I can tolly manage that."
Ok, this isn't so bad. We look pretty cute, right?
Oh that Murray... What a jokester.
I love the girl there in the right corner. She's all "Yeah, look how much fun those people are having! Me too! Wheeeee!"
Is it weird that I have no clue who this dude is? Warning girls. This is what happens when your husbands leave you to go to the bar and do shots. Hmmm, also starting to look a little worse for the wear. Love the 1/4-closed eye.
Curses on you Monique. No matter that you've had just as many drinks as me, you still look like it's the beginning of the night. Well, except for the "hen party" banner you ripped off the wall...