the 'couple' of drinks I decided to have with the work crew turned into many and many more, first at one pub, then a visit to my favourite cocktail bar to reacquaint myself with my favourite cocktail (it'd been far too long!), then traipsed all the way up to Angel for more drinks at a pub with some of my friend's RBS workmates.
Was ever so close to actually sticking to my resolve to just have one sociable drink and then go home and pack for the next day's trip to Stockholm. Politely refused a drink when offered... but then caved. Had my arm twisted. Damn rubber arm.
I was rocking around carrying a rather heavy belated birthday present - nicely boxed delivery of white wine and chocolate truffles that I had originally planned to consume for a less-than-healthy dinner. I love chocolate at the best of times but consuming them whilst drunk on the tube ride home and *oh* - they were manna from heaven!
Mind you, the cornish pasty I'd had earlier the night was also an absolute culinary delight to my alcohol-sozzled tastebuds.
I have no idea what a cornish pasty tastes like when you're sober.
Home at 1am and was still too drunk to even consider packing for Stockholm... however I did manage to remember to stick the bottle of wine straight in the fridge
some things you just do on auto pilot :)
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