In a joint effort to welcome Franci home and dismiss Maddy, on six-months leave, from the Eggs Soldier Regiment, we threw a party. In the comfort of our own kitchen, Maddy hosted a full on tapas and wine event complete with Spanish coldcuts and aged cheese. To wash it all down, and with the misguided intention of being healthful, she blended a scintillating concoction of frozen berries, vodka and wine.
In the comfort of our own kitchen, I indulged, and without leaving my seat for several hours became unknowingly inebriated. It happens.
I stood up for a mingle, lasting a good five minutes before the pool of exceedingly alcoholic blood at my feet swiftly rushed to my head, rendering me incapable of socialising coherently.
Just as suddenly, I found my alcohol stricken head hitting the pillow in the comfort of my own bed, while the party continued, the mix master mixing...
