Toasting the ex

Had a lovely dinner around friends tonight. French onion soup followed by rack of lamb with a herb crust and a lentil, potato stew type of thing, washed down with copious amounts of alcohol, which is a given when Rachel invites you round.

We found this particular bottle of red rather amusing. I think it was our fourth bottle of wine accompanied with a Baileys and so we found it all very hilarious with Rachel's ex being a copper! After a toast or good riddens to the cheater of an ex, a cheers to the newish man on the block and soon to be Rachel's husband, we were up transforming the dining room into a discoteque; dancing to the trash Rachel loves and I can only stomach when very drunk.

A good night, but we should have stopped drinking earlier. I felt a little bad waking up at 3pm the following afternoon (backblipping) to hear that the boy had been rubbing the red sick out of our cream carpet at 3am.

Sorry Si, the wine must have been off, the one with the policeman on the front!