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oh also, as yesterday was my 18month anniversary (!!!), the man and myself went for a meal. whilst covorting around Aldens in Ballyhackamore, i noticed a small gathering of business men in the corner, looking nice and rich and old and suit wearing. phwoar. one of them was italian or something. phwoar. anyway, i was intrigued as to what they were talking about, so ive decided im going to invest in a number of covert bugging devices, and im also toying with the idea of infiltrating a terrorist organisation. it will keep me on my toes.
whilst dining, i realised, hell, i could get used to this malarky. good food, good wine and what not. although after looking at the man i realised christ if only i was going out with someone twice his age. so the bill came to 80 quid. and that led me to think, ok, so i need a handsome old man who wears suits and earns enough money to comfortably spend somewhere in the region of £16640 to spend each year on eating out. thats an 80 quid meal 4 times a week. not bad.
so after getting pissed on a 18 quid bottle of red wine, falling asleep in my bed and waking up the next morning, i realised that i cant actually sleep easily now without a few drinks, which im pretty sure is a warning sign. i choose to ignore it. my head and my heart are telling me that its better to keep drinking myself to sleep rather than lie in bed for 3 hours not being able to sleep. and besides red wine is good for u. ive taken to drinking red wine now rather than white, not too sure why, but ive always associated red wine drinking with my bursts of depression...and did u know that red wine isnt ment to be cold? so there was no ice bucket, but it was a consolation to me that the glass was around 3 times the size of an ordinary glass. loving it.
whilst dining, i realised, hell, i could get used to this malarky. good food, good wine and what not. although after looking at the man i realised christ if only i was going out with someone twice his age. so the bill came to 80 quid. and that led me to think, ok, so i need a handsome old man who wears suits and earns enough money to comfortably spend somewhere in the region of £16640 to spend each year on eating out. thats an 80 quid meal 4 times a week. not bad.
so after getting pissed on a 18 quid bottle of red wine, falling asleep in my bed and waking up the next morning, i realised that i cant actually sleep easily now without a few drinks, which im pretty sure is a warning sign. i choose to ignore it. my head and my heart are telling me that its better to keep drinking myself to sleep rather than lie in bed for 3 hours not being able to sleep. and besides red wine is good for u. ive taken to drinking red wine now rather than white, not too sure why, but ive always associated red wine drinking with my bursts of depression...and did u know that red wine isnt ment to be cold? so there was no ice bucket, but it was a consolation to me that the glass was around 3 times the size of an ordinary glass. loving it.