Alcohol is eeeeeevil
Dec. 1st, 2006 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
supertinksbut kittens/young cats are very cute!
I shall explain.
Went out for a 'quick drink' after work last night with the girls, as it was payday and I haven't been out with them really since I started.
Amanda and I got to O'Neills at about 6, Jo and Sheena had been there from half five and were already well into their first bottle of rose. Amanda convinced me to drink vodka instead of wine, so it was double vodka and orange all night. I think (I can't remember exactly) I had 7 or 8 of them. Everyone got very drunk, and good intentions of going home after a couple disappeared as we didn't leave till 11ish.
Jamie was out with his work people, having just been promoted to full consultant, so he joined us at about half ten ish, which was nice, as by then it was just me Sheena and Amanda, and Amanda was being very scary chatting to strange men (I should explain Amanda a little here - she claims to be a professional spinster, and is constantly complaining about all the 'filth' we talk about in the office etc). She spent a good half an hour lecturing these two blokes about filth..
Anyway, she's decided that although Jamie looks beautiful and angelic (!) he's really just a filthy whore underneath the surface, so even though she really liked him before, she wont stop going on about how filthy he really is! Which is highly amusing.
And Sheena was very drunk, and poor Jamie struggled to get away from her!
Anyhoo, we eventually left, wobbled home in a drunken state on our bikes (highly entertaining) and got home. Both of us were almost at the 'whirling pit' stage of drunkenness so we decided to stay up for a little bit before going to bed.
While Jamie was out the back having a fag, he heard a strange jingling noise and went to investigate, and came back with a mini Mr Fidget! A small black/grey cat, I reckon about 6 months old, with exactly the same build/shape/fur as our Fidg, just smaller! And he has white patches on the tips of his back feet, which make him look like he's stepped in a puddle of white paint. He was very friendly, his collar proclaimed him to be named Studley, and he was very cute. He was running in and out of the house, played with the feather stick in a very enthusiastic fashion, didn't mind being picked up, although he did have a tendency to be really calm one minute and then get really jittery for no reason, which resulted in him leaping out of my arms and leaving huge scratches down my forearm (but in my drunken state it didnt really matter, as I recall very sensibly getting the germoline out and making sure the cuts were clean!).
Fidget wasnt all that keen on him though, and took a few swipes.
But apparently when Jamie went downstairs in the wee small hours of the morning, he was sleeping inside the house!
Not feeling so clever this morning, but at least I came into work, unlike Mr Jones who has decided to sleep off his hangover.
Besides, we're going ice-skating at lunchtime!
I shall explain.
Went out for a 'quick drink' after work last night with the girls, as it was payday and I haven't been out with them really since I started.
Amanda and I got to O'Neills at about 6, Jo and Sheena had been there from half five and were already well into their first bottle of rose. Amanda convinced me to drink vodka instead of wine, so it was double vodka and orange all night. I think (I can't remember exactly) I had 7 or 8 of them. Everyone got very drunk, and good intentions of going home after a couple disappeared as we didn't leave till 11ish.
Jamie was out with his work people, having just been promoted to full consultant, so he joined us at about half ten ish, which was nice, as by then it was just me Sheena and Amanda, and Amanda was being very scary chatting to strange men (I should explain Amanda a little here - she claims to be a professional spinster, and is constantly complaining about all the 'filth' we talk about in the office etc). She spent a good half an hour lecturing these two blokes about filth..
Anyway, she's decided that although Jamie looks beautiful and angelic (!) he's really just a filthy whore underneath the surface, so even though she really liked him before, she wont stop going on about how filthy he really is! Which is highly amusing.
And Sheena was very drunk, and poor Jamie struggled to get away from her!
Anyhoo, we eventually left, wobbled home in a drunken state on our bikes (highly entertaining) and got home. Both of us were almost at the 'whirling pit' stage of drunkenness so we decided to stay up for a little bit before going to bed.
While Jamie was out the back having a fag, he heard a strange jingling noise and went to investigate, and came back with a mini Mr Fidget! A small black/grey cat, I reckon about 6 months old, with exactly the same build/shape/fur as our Fidg, just smaller! And he has white patches on the tips of his back feet, which make him look like he's stepped in a puddle of white paint. He was very friendly, his collar proclaimed him to be named Studley, and he was very cute. He was running in and out of the house, played with the feather stick in a very enthusiastic fashion, didn't mind being picked up, although he did have a tendency to be really calm one minute and then get really jittery for no reason, which resulted in him leaping out of my arms and leaving huge scratches down my forearm (but in my drunken state it didnt really matter, as I recall very sensibly getting the germoline out and making sure the cuts were clean!).
Fidget wasnt all that keen on him though, and took a few swipes.
But apparently when Jamie went downstairs in the wee small hours of the morning, he was sleeping inside the house!
Not feeling so clever this morning, but at least I came into work, unlike Mr Jones who has decided to sleep off his hangover.
Besides, we're going ice-skating at lunchtime!
