the simple things in life - beer+evening+post-work=?

There are so many bad things that can come from beer. So many good ones too, but probably a fair few more bad ones.

Anyways. Peaches here, who decided to ignore the extreeme zombie-like tiredness and head out for post-work drinks with non-colleagues (it's called being a friend! Or networking! Or maybe a bit of both...).

So we decided to hit up a Pub instead of an insanely expensive resturant as we are both skint due to crappy economy, bosses, and problems with Borders (the proximity to so many books at the moment).

One beer, then another, and some fries. Not to bad, right? Watching darkness hit, moan and bitch about work, money, love, and laughing about the sinking ship outside (parked in the harbour, a tourism boat very tentatively named 'Unbreakable').

So the bill gets paid, we decide to head home in reasonable time, and up I go.


Never sit that close to a dark wall and stand up too fast, in front of the whole room and waitressing staff (picking up your fries plate as you go) without looking first. There could be a very badly positioned shelf there. You could knock it down with your head, make the candle fall off, land in the half empty coffee cup, which spills onto your friend, who tries to back away to avoid it, and stumbles against the waitress and by mistake grabs her boobs, and she shrieks, and all of a sudden the manager is waving a spoon at us and yelling in Scottish.

Either way, it was a rather nice evening, quite enjoyable in fact! Now my headache is more even too!! :)

xoxo

Peaches