Oh dear...
Went to a wine tasting tonight. If only I'd just tasted the wine rather than quaffing what I've now worked out must have been at least eight large glasses of wine (preceeded by about four glasses of champagne)....
What did I do then?
Did I leave quietly and make my way home to Anne?
No
I had to have some pints of lager...
Then I had to take a taxi with two other drunks (John and Nick) to the Waverley and Out of the Bedroom...
I did manage to phone Anne from the wine tasting before it went pear-shaped and again from the Waverley after it had quite obviously gone pear-shaped...
Then my mobile ran out of power...
Taxi home - ran out of cash in Corstorphine. I think my immortal line to the cabbie may have been "just drop me here, this is as far as what I have in my pocket will take me"...
Staggered to the cashpoint and got another tenner to get another cab up the hill to Crispycat Towers...
Oh dear...
At the time : A Good Night Out
In Hindsight : Stupidity Squared
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