Splendid!
When you tripped up the steps, did you drop the final 11 words and get them all mixed up?
What z said. It's very worrying, Greavsie darling. I suggest you go back and look for them in case they breed...
"The evil drink does would be hard to assess", as Flanders and Swann used to sing.
And harder to assess the more that's drunk.
(And affects the typing.)
z - Ummm yes... :-(
orchidea - *hangs head*
stichwort - Very true
Well, I stumbled on the way out of the ladies, and I was sober as a judge!
Poor you. I left at just about the top of my curve. I thought I was fine till the effing bus ticket machine ate my money and the help-line kept me hanging on for ten minutes. Then the demons were released. At least they finally were when the bus arrived and the fuckers answered at almost exactly the same moment. I actually passed the phone under the bus driver's glass barrier and said "You speak to them."
Oh dear.
After a while the alcohol shrivels the shame gland, and you stop caring.
Stumble on.
What overnighteditor said.
And thanks to reading yours and Petite's post last thing before going to sleep, I dreamt of drunken blogmeets all night and feel hungover this morning..without even the joy of having felt the drink.
Pffft.
Following gutters, that's the way to get home. Never fails.
anx - It was all that chequer-plate in the loos...
robin - ah, I can never find my curve.
overnighteditor - Stumble is my middle name.
wendz - blogmeet by proxy?
ally - won't you go around in a square then?
I'm not entirely sure this is age related. I seem to remember similar thought patterns swirling about in my brain at a much younger and completely besotted age.
Dear Greavsie, if you can remember anything to be ashamed of the day after a do you are either
a) teetotal, in which case there's probably not much to feel any remorse about,
b) you haven't been doing option 1 properly. In which case you need more practise?
Ha ha - I suppose it was...funny how everybody had a face though. The only person who I have 'seen' is Petite..the rest of the bloggers were assigned made-up faces. Silly old brain.
An option would be to treat alc as a delicious treat. Investigate better wines - savour them and relish them. Make them treats to accompany delectable food. It's all in the mind really and you'll feel grown up without feeling past it. Oooh I can feel your suaveness growing already.
I don't think I've ever gone round in a square. I did once end up licking bacardi and malibu cocktails out of someone's belly button though.
They were horrible.
Did you take a legal means of transport in the right direction?
I don't think we spoke to each other. But I liked your shirt, and three people told me who you were. Sigh.
BoT - Okay...I think
f:lux - pratice at not remembering anything? I'm a man, I can do that at will! 
wendz - so I was a clown face then?
pat - one day I might even open my own 'suaveness consultancy'
ally - shaken not stirred?
clarissa - I did and the right one too.
non-working monkey - drat, that shirt takes all the limelight.
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