Good do, Den

Den's birthday do on Friday went very well. We were suitably bladdered even before leaving her house for the restaurant and certainly by 4am were well sotted. I seemed to lose the power to co-ordinate my thoughts and powers of speech on Saturday, a most odd feeling. I think I may have killed a brain cell or three. I only had, probably, about a bottle of wine (or so, they were big glasses) Pondering when I had last felt that way, Cheeky Boy pointed out that it was when I last had a night out with 'the girls' and that maybe a lesson should be drawn from that. SO I did and decided I wasn't getting enough practice and should thus go out with the girls more! Hah! Potentially a night out with the girls next weekend .... Oh, watched a prog on tv about a woman (working for Auntie) who binge drank every night for a month and was having about 15 or more drinks a night, mixed, Wickeds, vodkas, pints, Breezers, etc. Lord knows how she managed to do that EVERY night for a month!!! I mean, I wasn't even safe crossing the road the next day! OK, I'm done!