The Morning After

This would have been best if written yesterday, but an impossible task in the state I was in ...

Friday night ... Ahhh, Friday night! The plan was a few drinks with K. Girly catch up as we had not had a good natter for about a week. What it ended up was something completely different. I seem to recall encounter with a rosemary and basil infused pot plant, named Winston. Oh Winston, could the way I am feeling now be all down to you!?!

And now bits of obnoxious conversation, said or heard in no particular order, come flooding back:

'Why is everyone staring at us? Oh yes, because we're gorgeous!'

'But, but he's poor!!'

To a guy who has just told me he has a one year old child. 'Oh!' followed by a look of disgust!

'I need to stop kissing this guy, and concentrate on his brother's best friend!'