Unexpected entertainment
Sally works for a Job Nework provider. Here, in Australia, these organisations are contracted by the government to provide services to the unemployed, and get a fee per client.
Lately, business has been good.
So good, in fact, that as a Christmas present to thier employees, last weekend they flew them *all*, and thier partners (yes, this includes yours truly) to a city, put us all up in a 5 star hotel, then hired out a town hall for a 3 course banquet.
Then, they opened the bar, with an unlimited tab. I don’t remember much after that- it all started off all nice and civilised: entrees, champagne, even some impromptu opera from a woman whose teeth I still have nightmares about.
Then, it all quickly degenerated when an local band came on, and started ripping into some Fleetwood Mac covers, then some of thier own songs.
And all of a sudden I was 20 again, bopping away, pashing a pretty girl in the mosh pit (Sally, of course!), hundreds of kilometres from home, drunk off my ass and just not giving a shit.
Woo!
Oh my…so let me get this straight you flew to another city got drunk, partied to possible horrible band….but you forgot one important detail “when did you go to bed?” “What happened next?” and “are you still suffering from a hangover”
Ok so thats more than one question……..but you get the point.
When did we get to bed? I honestly don’t remember…
What happened next? It’s a little embarrasing actually- Sally passed out in a pool of her own vomit and was migtily embarassed for a week. It’s a sign of growing up, I think, when you stop going ‘Yeah, that was pretty rock and roll’ and start worrying about your liver…
And I’m not *now* hung over- since I stopped smoking I actually have found that hangovers aren’t as bad! Interesting, no?
More news to come- big changes in AussieLand
sweet! so where are the drunken naked pics??? Do share!!!