Oh wow. Christine’s birthday. Oh wow oh gosh oh doom.
I knew I was too old to go out, but bloody hell. After Christine’s birthday on Thursday, I was basically hanging out of my arse all Friday! I’ve not been that hungover in a long time.
When I got home from work on Thursday, we Lilly blew up balloons while I did the two things I do best – made cocktails and took photos. I bought 50 normal balloons and a packet of ‘animal’ balloons. The animals are questionable and very difficult to blow up. I think I may have burst a few blood vessels trying to blow on the sperm shaped ones.
We are Spaghetti Bolognese, drank cocktails and wine and watched funny videos of cats and dogs on YouTube. It was all pretty civil until around 1am when somebody suggested we go out. We put dresses on and headed out around 1:30am.
I woke up the next morning wearing nothing but tights and a with a banging headache.
I must have decided I was hungry when I got home. I vaguely remember spooning cold Bolognese onto some white bread, sprinkling with cheese and putting another slice on top. Apparently I ate this amazing sandwich with a knife and fork. I shared it with my floor, too.
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