When is it time to delete your Facebook profile and move on?
When the ratio of your drunken to non-drunken photos tips 1?
On Friday night (or very early Saturday morning), after coming home from a night of dancing and boozing, my friend and I decided to make wedges. In her drunken haze, my friend pulled out her aluminium foil, which was finished save for a last scrap of foil stuck to the roll with glue. She tried for 10 minutes to pull the scrap from the roll, while I just laughed and let her. Then I suggested we pan fry because... duh, that's what drunk people do when there's no foil and they're desperate. In my drunken haze, I filled her non-stick pan with oil and dumped in the wedges. Things were going well. Until I decided that instead of flipping each individual potato, I would flip them like one flips pancakes. Needless to say. Bad. Idea. The wedges went everywhere! On the stove. Off the stove. On the floor. Laughing, we picked up the fallen wedges with chopsticks, washed them in the sink and chucked them back in the pan. We ate them with a horrible sauce my friend made with tomato, barbeque, chilli and tabasco. It was disgusting, but we lapped it all up. Then we sat around and laughed at MADtv being stupid.
We laughed a lot that night.
Where is this entry going? I don't know.
I love drinking, I'm not going to deny that. I probably drink a bit too much a bit too often, I'm not going to deny that either.
I just wish people wouldn't bring cameras to what is clearly going to be a Bad Pictures Night.
And for the love of vodka, gin and rum, DON'T PUT THE PICTURES UP ON FACEBOOK!
On Friday night (or very early Saturday morning), after coming home from a night of dancing and boozing, my friend and I decided to make wedges. In her drunken haze, my friend pulled out her aluminium foil, which was finished save for a last scrap of foil stuck to the roll with glue. She tried for 10 minutes to pull the scrap from the roll, while I just laughed and let her. Then I suggested we pan fry because... duh, that's what drunk people do when there's no foil and they're desperate. In my drunken haze, I filled her non-stick pan with oil and dumped in the wedges. Things were going well. Until I decided that instead of flipping each individual potato, I would flip them like one flips pancakes. Needless to say. Bad. Idea. The wedges went everywhere! On the stove. Off the stove. On the floor. Laughing, we picked up the fallen wedges with chopsticks, washed them in the sink and chucked them back in the pan. We ate them with a horrible sauce my friend made with tomato, barbeque, chilli and tabasco. It was disgusting, but we lapped it all up. Then we sat around and laughed at MADtv being stupid.
We laughed a lot that night.
Where is this entry going? I don't know.
I love drinking, I'm not going to deny that. I probably drink a bit too much a bit too often, I'm not going to deny that either.
I just wish people wouldn't bring cameras to what is clearly going to be a Bad Pictures Night.
And for the love of vodka, gin and rum, DON'T PUT THE PICTURES UP ON FACEBOOK!