I feel the need to come clean to you, my dear blog readers. In news that will come as a shock to precisely no one, I am going to have an alcoholic beverage tonight and I am going to enjoy it. Sorry.
Come to think of it, I’d failed by the 9th; a trip to visit my friend Helen and her beautiful baby Katie started with Helen offering me a drink on arrival. I protested “But I’m doing dry Jan…oh go on then.” As you can see, my willpower isn’t the best.
I’m consoling myself with the knowledge that a. I have drunk far less than I usually would have done three weekends into the month and b. white wine just tastes so good, so it’d be rude not to. I feel guilty now. But I’m predicting that this will disappear two glasses in.
This snappily entitled event occurred yesterday, which, as previously mentioned, is the day that I’d deemed as acceptable to embrace all things Christmassy. The very first Christmas Jumper pub crawl kicked things off and, if the rest of my festive season is as good as yesterday was, I’ll be very fat, very poor, but very happy by the time 2014 begins.
For once in my life, I’d been sensible on Friday night so I wouldn’t be wrecked for Saturday (mainly due to the fact that I was scared that Lauren would shout at me if I was a mess.) Tragically, around half of the group had thrown caution to the wind and turned up with hangovers of varying degrees. The (highly recommended, by the way) stomach-lining burger at Free State Kitchen was an absolute must.
The pub crawl then began in earnest – from the Phil to Heebies, via EVAC; Kazimier Gardens (my favourite part of the day – so, so good, and the food is immense); Slater’s (whoops) and TriBeCa. The numbers dwindled from fifteen at the beginning to four hardy souls sticking it out to the bitter end but I think it’s safe to say that everyone had a ball.
Resplendent in our jumpers, kicking things off in the Philharmonic pub
Last ones standing in Heebies!
Oh, and did I mention that I don’t have a hangover today? It’s a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.
Cheers for a brilliant day everyone. I love my city and I love my friends. Same time next year, oui?
I’m sure you’ll all be relieved to know that, thanks to Danny, I finally have my sweaty paws on a bottle of Coke with my name on it.
Now for the bus…
Don’t think so…
Diet Coke and my name spelt wrong? No ta.
P.s Matty your thumb looks weird.
Yeah. More Coke bottle related updates. I’m on a mission though!
First he sent me this…
This is a Coke bottle with my name on it. But in Ipswich 😦
And now he’s taken it to a whole new level with this beauty…
So now I want a bus with my name on it too! Ta Dan!
Yes, I know that this is getting old now, and yes, I’ve been totally taken in by a marketing ploy. BUT LOOK!
Tragically, I’ve left my bank card at home and have 27p in my purse. So I couldn’t actually buy it.
What is this life?