I live it when...:
Your host keeps filling up your glass with italian wine. And again. And again untill 4 in the morning. I love it.
I don't quite love still being drunk at work at 8 o'clock and trying to negotiate SoftTix programme to sell Disney on Ice to neurotic parents who want VIP seat for the show tonight (Yeah, sure, I'll just boot out some of the organised people who bought thier tickets when it cam on sale to make way for lazy you, shall I?) with a screaming toddler in the background who clearly isn't going to remember the skating mickey anyway.
but hoorah for neighbours with an endless flow of wine. Hoorah in deed!
I don't quite love still being drunk at work at 8 o'clock and trying to negotiate SoftTix programme to sell Disney on Ice to neurotic parents who want VIP seat for the show tonight (Yeah, sure, I'll just boot out some of the organised people who bought thier tickets when it cam on sale to make way for lazy you, shall I?) with a screaming toddler in the background who clearly isn't going to remember the skating mickey anyway.
but hoorah for neighbours with an endless flow of wine. Hoorah in deed!