Last night I had biiiiiig plans to chill out at home with said bottle of wine, a long bath and my book... but it was all hijacked by my boss suggesting we all go out for cocktails! We ended up at Pakalolo's on the beachfront : not entirely well-behaved ambassador's for Gymboree in our branded uniforms! After 3 drinks, we were at that stage of the evening where stories get told - and last night, it was 'most embarrassing moment'. By the time we got to my turn, I actually couldn't think of one - because there are just so many!! Where would I begin?
Amazingly, I didn't have the vaguest shadow of a hangover this morning (though I did wake up TERRIBLY thirsty at about 2am fantasising about an ice-cold glass of water!) Normally I only drink red wine - and this cocktail business is not at all my thing: but when your boss is buying, it is very, very hard to say no! It all started off with an icy Savanna. And then another. Then it was a huge Mai-Tai -- and I think because I'm friends with the barman, he threw in more Stroh rum than is required...
The evening could still have been salvaged and turned into something constructive and productive in terms of either painting or writing, but when it was decided we were heading upstairs to Primi Piatti for pizza and more cocktails, I knew then that I had to just surrender myself to a few more hours of mindless and very tipsy chit-chat.
And so my Porcupine Ridge Syrah sits on the kitchen counter waiting for another quiet evening.
PS. I have just found out that I can continue staying in the flat I'm in : and for a slightly heftier rent than I anticipated - but I could never imagine going to stay back at my parents...
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