It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth. (George Burns)
That about sums up my weekend…what a party. Firstly, last week was pretty ordinary, so I couldn’t be arsed to write anything, cos sweet fuck all happened until Friday.
So…we have a company get-together, playing tennis, swimming, lamb on a spit, booze and spouses, the works. Yes, I took a spouse 🙂
Anyway, we partied hard, then went to Platinum Lounge…which was booting. For the first time in ages, I actually took a woman to the club – not that I don’t got dates, mind, it’s just…you know, what if you find a takeaway. Really, movies and dinners I do, but never club. Anyway, I digress. Plat was rocking.
Had a liquid breakfast on Saturday at the Scud and Nanny, watched football all day (fuken Liverpool drew again), then drove around a bit with my homie Tre, went to Stars and…fell asleep in the car park. Woke up at 0430 when it was time to go home 😀
I was so pissed, I thought I’d take a power-nap in the car then join everybody else in the Studio, but that was it for me…lights off, man down. How pathetic is that?
So all in all, a good time was had by all, and I had a rocking weekend. More tomorrow.