January 2011
2 posts
2011 started in punishment
New Years Eve is amateur night.
Everyone knows that, and yet I still insist on going out every year. Generally to the same place, with the same people. And it’s the same place and the same people I see lots of other booze soaked nights of the year, so it’s not even that special. At least this year the bar offered open bar and I drank my weight in vodka during that time to make it...
Do you still call it brunch if it's almost dinner?
I started the New Year with a champagne hangover and a kitten on my face. I suppose this isn’t all that different from any other Saturday, so, like any other weekend, I gathered the hungover bumpkins I found in my living room and we headed off to a dive diner at 3pm for breakfast.
By the time we had all consumed enough coffee to engage in human conversation rather than just grunts and shrugs,...