On Friday night hubby and I went out for the evening to say goodbye to some friends who are moving back home after working in this neck of the woods for the past three or four years. Not that home is miles away......Lincolnshire, but no more meeting up for a coffee or a pint.
Anyway, we met in Marlow for a quick drink before going to Zizzi's for a meal and a few more drinks. All was fine until coffee, when tradition with these friends dictates that we have to have a sambuca...........two sambuca's later, we were in the pub next door where you can get four Jager bombs for a tenner.......bargain!!!
I am sure that at this point you can tell it was going to get messy and it certainly did, as we ended up in another pub with a late licence drinking another drink whose name escapes me, but I am sure had Jagermeister, red bull and malibu in, however I did manage to make it home with my keys, purse and phone!!!
Saturday morning was not so good. To say we both felt rough would be an understatement. When I first woke up about 7ish, I felt fine................but with hindsight, I was probably still drunk. Then the pain kicked in................I finally managed to crawl inside the nurofen bottle and after a glass of the magic cure (full fat coke), I started to feel better! Both hubby and I uttered those usual words that people utter when they have had a glass or few too many....... 'I'm never drinking again!' Ha ha, until the next time!!
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