Man oh man oh man oh man.
The beauty of staying in with the woman you love on a Friday night is the look of agony on everyone else’s faces on Saturday afternoon. The way my people are drinking on Fridays, it’s always funny to see hurt faces when you’re fresh and good to go.
Problem with that is it takes just a couple of beers to get you tipsy, and it’s downhill from there. You find yourself posted up outside the Keg & Sable all afternoon, then hook up with Her and go to your mate’s birthday party, and after she leaves you to your own devices you round up the lads and hit the Kebab Center, then the Irish Pub, then Arundel Spar for a breakfast beer.
You finally get home at seven on Sunday morning and wonder what the hell happened? Fortunately She’ll be there to feed your hungover ass and hold you till it all feels better, the lights come back on and life is beautiful again.
Just another weekend in Africa, then.