This could have been a Memory Lane Monday... had I not lost my memory!
Lately, I've had a realisation that perhaps I drink a little too much. Scrap that... I drink a little too much champagne. It's not unusual - being it's more common that not - for me to polish off 2 bottles in one sitting. This has to stop. Especially when it's just me and Micko at home... I end up making drunken phone calls and leaving inappropriate facebook messages - me + technology + 2 bottles of bubbles = embarrassing mess.
So, Friday night I had a quiet one. I drank 4 mid strength beers, watched a couple of eps of True Blood (thanks Fe) and was in bed by 11pm. Saturday morning I woke up at 7.30, sprung out of bed and Micko and I got to work. We painted another coat on the stairwell, I scrubbed the kitchen and sunroom floors (on my hands and knees with a bottle of orange power and a scourer), cleaned the house from top to bottom, vac'd under and on the couch, walked Billy down the beach for an hour, had a swim, went kayaking for 2 hours, then headed down the club for dinner. I've never gotten so much done on a Saturday!
For dinner I had a yummy Thai dish or two followed by around 6 schooners of beer. We then headed home to watch Sound Relief (a concert held for the bushfire victims of Black Saturday) and had a couple more beers... then Micko pulled out the bottle of bubbles, poured himself a glass and I, of course, finished off the bottle. I then made some random phone calls and went to bed... tsk tsk! Only to awake the following morning with that empty dull champa's headache with thoughts of 'who did I ring last night?' echoing through my brain.
When will I learn? I'm imposing a ban on having champagne in the house from now on... unless we are entertaining a fellow bubbles pig. I'm much better, and predictable, on beer!