that time i drank that bottle of tequila with a friend was my missus' birthday. it was a 'bring a course' dinner with loads of people invited. i warmed up with afew bottles of beer and when food was slow in arriving we popped to the offie for a few more. wise mate recommends vodka but the nice stuff is out so we get tequila instead. lemon, salt for the first 2 then just straight shots.
food still slow to arrive when the tequila takes me by the arse and i have a need to play football outside. breaking a shot glass isn't phasing me as i neck from the bottle. i yell upstairs for some food and get pringles thrown at me, i take offense and slouch off when i yack up behind a church. passed out my mate goes for help, the posse arrive just as i wake up, still feeling perky.
i pop home where i make the bathroom floor my friend, uttering pleasntries to friends and a slurred 'fuck off' to the wife for nagging me to bed. when i do get there i find the cold shoulder well in effect and slump unconscious.
in the morning i awake bright and breezy, hangover free and pretty much 'wanker of the week' to all who saw me the night before. with the wife i was more like wanker of the year, it took months for her to stop reminding of that night.
i'm still pissed i didn't get any food too.
