Call me Bubbles Darling

Thursday evening saw us begin the CBT evening's at the next brand with work. This meant leaving the office I have become very friendly with and going over to brave it at a brand new office. The office manager at the previous office invited me to join them after work for a drink. Now that Dusan has started to work, I only have an empty house to go home to and so thought why not?

The new office seemed very friendly and some pretty faces which always makes the day go by a little bit faster.

We were done by 645PM which was quite early and met the others in a bar in Leadenhall Market. We sat and talked and managed to work our way through two bottles of Champange (Lucky Bitches). Call my bubbles Darling everbody does! I should have then called it a day but with the prospect of an empty house and the suggestion of shall we go to the bar that the Huxley lot drink in? I said yes. Here we swicthed to Pinot Grigio which in itsself would have been fine however as the alcohol hit our bloodstream and on an empty stomach the move from fluffy to fuzzy was very sudden. I found myself in the bar talking to two consultants, one who was in University at St Andrews with Prince William. Now where is Surinder when you spot an eligble batcheoleor? Then there was the other one, who's name I will not mention to protect his identity. Obviously straight but after the second bottle of Pinot was opened (Apparantly he bought us two more bottles but I have no recollection of this). When I move from Fuzzy to the 3rd and Final F stage of drunkenness, my flirtatious nature comes over. I do have recollection of grouping him at some stage but I dont remember any resistance. The two girls said as I made my way down the street I was swaying from side to side.

When I got home Dusan wasnt far behind me but I needed to go straight to bed. Waking to a most peculair event. I had gone to bed in our bedroom and woken up in the spare room. The headache that followed was gone by mid morning thankfully, something the girls were rather envious of me for. Why is it that we swear we will "never drink again" and only the next day we are back on the bottle? Thanks to the girls for the fun night out and to mr grope for the Pinot! ;-)