Why I should not be trusted to drink responsibly… Part 1

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Mike went to Melbourne so he could go on a bar tour with his cousin and his cousin’s partner who had recently arrived from teaching in Japan. I was invited but due to my status as mother and the distinct lack of child minding services that operate overnight and on a weekend I had to stay home.

I thought hmmmmm…. home alone…. how lovely! Some time to myself! I can sit on the couch and watch crappy tv and eat Tim Tams for tea… and that’s pretty much what I did the first night of husband-less-ness! I put Felix to bed as soon as I could, stuck some oven-bake chips in to heat up and made instant gravy from a sachet. That’s right. From a sachet.

It was GREAT!

And then I started watching the Footy Show, got tired and lay down on the couch and went to sleep!

And when I woke up there was a cat on me and a plate of smeared gravy next to my head - like I said - it was GREAT!!!

So the next night I decided I’d had enough of being alone and sensible and called a Girl’s Night In.

Started quite sensibly too… until everyone went home except Jules and then her partner Pedro turned up!

Let’s just say the night ended with us drinking everything I had in the house, smoking rollies and attempting to straighten Pedro’s hair - which let me tell you - is the curliest hair I have ever seen!!

I got up the next morning when Felix started chirping having had roughly 3.5 hours sleep and was immediatley greeted by an entire house of empty bottles and pizza boxes and a comb completely clogged with a large amount of Pedro’s curly locks in the bathroom sink… gah!

So I cleaned up while my head throbbed and I wondered if I could drive to the airport to pick Mike, Stef and Sharnee up without being pulled over by the cops…

I made it - although we did need to stop at Mcdonald’s on the way home so I could get some grease to ease the hangover. Now this all would be just fine if i didn’t have the mother of all family events to attend that night - Uncle Robert’s 60th - and also a reputaion to uphold… I began to wonder if I was really going to be able to keep my crown as the Family Drunkard - or would I just go to sleep in my light beer?

To Be Continued……….