Morning after the night before

An interesting evening. Started so well at a posh location in Cambridge to celebrate Truly’s bestie’s 50th. It was one of those evenings where everyone in the room got drunk at exactly the same time, just before dessert was served. Obviously not me. That left me stuck with the overly drunk friend who latched on to me being a fellow northerner and who struggles with personal space once drunk. They laughed, they didn’t save me! Then of course the ride home was fun, especially when I get a call to go back and collect the guest who had managed to get thrown out of the taxi for being sick. Best things about these events is that I’m always able to retell the story the next morning!

That is all.