Weekly pissup
I’ve been going out quite a bit recently with the boys from work, and getting a little smashed, but nothing terrible.. but I do have to say that I am definitely getting better at holding my alcohol.
I’ve recently been to a pub in the city with mates, and we were having a beer as one does. Somehow there was a spare pint of Guinness on the table and 2 thirsty drinkers eyeing it off.
The bet was made, that whoever could drink their pint first could get the spare pint. Two drinkers took up the challenge, with the winner slamming her empty glass down triumphantly to the awed silence of the table.
“No way man, she beat B” The boys then decided they didn’t believe it. “Do it again!” So the winner raised her 6th pint in the air, took a deep breath and wacked it down. As a side note, I’d like to advise against skulling pints of Guinness, it’s bad way to drink Guinness, it’s not a shit beer, and it’s a bit heavy for Skulling. Anyways, the pint was drunk and slammed down and they all threw in money to buy the winner another pint. Pity the poor winner who had to go to work with a nasty hangover the next day. 2 weeks in a row, that has to be bad.
So now we come to this week. What did I get up to?
I went to a hen’s night tonight, my Cousin is tying the knot in 2 weeks. Didn’t drink much but ended up drinking 2 guinness’ at a pub in Leederville.
I somehow sat next to some weird hot looking Scotsman who was watching a World Cup qualifier Scotland V Norway, and whilst I was barracking for Norway (kinda have to since i am dating a Scandanavian) I had to empathise with the hot scot as he was really upset about the scottish team’s dismal playing.
After the game was over, the girls and I were getting ready to go, and hot scot started chatting me up. Obviously pegging me for a soccer fan, he told my cousin to go home and let me finish my beer as we (he and I) were going to get smashed tonight.
Meanwhile I’m looking at him (let’s not forget he’s hot, blond, great accent) thinking “mate, you have beer goggles on if you are trying to crack onto me”. His arm somehow was wrapped around my shoulder, and he was gripping the hair on the back of my neck and hugging me, I’m looking at my cousin, and she’s like “YOU ARE COMING HOME WITH ME”.
Then she stood up and grabbed her bag and said, “Look, it’s my last weekend out before I tie the knot, give me a kiss!” The scottish dude looked at her and was like “alreet then” and loosened his grip. I grabbed my bag, scooted off the bench and she turned around and tapped her butt and said “kiss my arse” and dragged me out of the pub whilst I was choking with laughter.
Good night all up! and no hangover in the morning I hope 