So on Friday, after a really long week of being sucked into frenzied brilliance (not mine I might add) my sister decided I needed to get out. Think she was worried that I hadn't had a drink for TWO days!!! And she and a bunch of the squash peeps had organised dinner and drinks at the Keg, so I got over having an early night, got out my PJs and hit the bar.
Pity that by the time we got there, Jen was in a foul mood, Kylie was attempting to appease the beast, and I was half asleep. This didn't work for me, so I went to the bar, opened a tab (OH MY GOD!! My bank account!!), and started on double vodkas and Red Bull! Don't worry, during dinner I cut it down to singles, especially after I realised it was costing me R50 a drink for doubles!!
Unfortunately, my poor little bank card wasn't done after I made friends with some random Aussie at the bar. Then the jager bombs, triple vodkas started, and intense conversation about what constitutes logic began! How I'm still alive, I'm not sure... Apparently that much Red Bull is bad for you.. Or at least that's what the waitress told me, and that I'm too young to be drinking so much and putting that much pressure on my heart...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... She don't know me very well does she??
Anyway, if I'd had my way I think a re-occurence of the Playboy Bunny night would have surfaced. Oh god!! Can you imagine what I might have brought home this time??
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