In which Silburygirl gets a life... sort of.
Went to a friend's house-warming party this evening, which was absolutely lovely, although by the time I was off work there was no bloody food left, so I was forced to subsist on tortilla chips and ancient bruschetta...
There was wine, though, and I provided the champagne (the flat, I argued, isn't broken in properly until you've sprayed the bubbly all over the carpet)... then displayed my mad bottle-opening skills by popping someone's beer open on the patio railing.
Which was mostly amusing because I don't ever drink beer... and because that also fizzed over onto the carpet. It was double christened, giggled I, who is opposed to the christening process in general.
We spent most of the evening shrieking with our own hilarity (haven't laughed that hard in months), then proceeded to the nearest pub, where we talked finance.
And now it's not even midnight and I'm home and sobered up. Oh, the wildness of my life.
There was wine, though, and I provided the champagne (the flat, I argued, isn't broken in properly until you've sprayed the bubbly all over the carpet)... then displayed my mad bottle-opening skills by popping someone's beer open on the patio railing.
Which was mostly amusing because I don't ever drink beer... and because that also fizzed over onto the carpet. It was double christened, giggled I, who is opposed to the christening process in general.
We spent most of the evening shrieking with our own hilarity (haven't laughed that hard in months), then proceeded to the nearest pub, where we talked finance.
And now it's not even midnight and I'm home and sobered up. Oh, the wildness of my life.