Where have I been you ask?

Well on Thursday GB and I went to a customer appreciation event held by the local merchants. They had wine and cheese at 20 stores in the neighbourhood and we hit about 9 stores, pretending to be interested in what they were selling as we sucked back wine for 3 hours. By 9pm we had become kleptomaniacs, stealing chocolates from one store and blatantly taking a second glass of wine at the last store – because we really needed more wine at that point. To top it all off we went home and drank port and got into a heated argument about Grey’s Anatomy.

On Friday night we cleaned the house, drank some wine and lazed around the fire place for the evening.

Saturday we threw a party complete with a sultan’s tent in our back room. GB had a great time holding court for all telling stories, pouring absinthe … yep we had absinthe at our party. 12 of us crammed into the tent late in the night and we each had a shot or two of the vile stuff. I didn’t have any hallucinations or anything, nor did I feel that I got any drunker, but at least I can cross it off the list of things to try once in one’s life. The party ended by 3:30 and I got a solid 7 hours of sleep.

Sunday I had a date, kind of. I went out with the man my mother refers to as Vodkasource (which is a story for another day). We went to a show, then a work event with lots of free wine and then to the bar for beer. Notice there is no dinner in that list of activities … yeah, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he never calls as I was a bit in my cups - as mom would say – by the end of the evening.

As a public service here are my top 5 things not to do on a first date (that I did)

1. Get blind drunk
2. Ask “are we on a date?”
3. Talk about your interest in younger men (which vodkasource is not)
4. Party all night and all morning go home, change and show up for the date still a little out of it – well that one was him not me but I still think it is good not to do that
5. Plant a sloppy peck on your date as you are falling into the cab because you are blind drunk.

So here I sit at my desk, feeling like a bit of a fool, hoping that he was as drunk as I was, or at least so over tired he didn’t really notice what an idiot I was.

This week I will recount the story of how Vodkasource got his name, I promise. I just need to get through today in one piece first.