Had a wee shindig last night. Just had a group of friends up for dinner and a few drinks. Which inevitably lead into a few more drinks.
Then some more.
So the evening stretched into the wee hours and fishboy got well soused.
But not nearly as much as another friend and blogger *cough* kurly *cough* who was drinking straight citron vodka from a wine glass in the spa pool, expounding on how great her sex life is.
Considering how she looked this morning - sorry, afternoon - when she managed to get up without puking, sex is off the menu for a little while.. *snigger*
Still, I can't really poke fun, I feel like my head is being excavated and I'm sure parrots were roosting in my mouth overnight..
Urgh. More painkillers..