Well – that weekend was a mixed bag.
Only two responses to my shout-out for a Sunday lunch – one a raincheck, and the other a declaration of interest in an unrelated gig. So – I was left with a fridge full of champagne to myself.
But – I did manage to get a haircut. And buy some picture railing hooks – although I didn’t get around to actually hanging all the photos. I did drink a couple of bottles of champagne on the Saturday – one each for Kadin Jason & Kruze Ken. And then Sunday came about. Only a magnum left – for the twins combo. And it was a lovely sunny day – so I decided to get some scallops, fill my ice bucket with ice – and sat out on my window ledge in the sun with champagne, scallops, and a book. Unfortunately – when soaking up sun on my window ledge – I only really get sun on my left side. Unless I trust my full weight on it – which I’m not quite ready to do yet. So – by about 4pm, I was a little light-headed from 1.5 litres of champagne, and a few hours in the sun. But being so early – and having only gotten sun to one side – the logical(?) choice was to go down to the pub to catch the evening sun. But at the pub – one needs to drink. And I don’t like to mix drinks – so I asked for a bottle of Veuve. Which they didn’t have – the barman offered a bottle of prosecco instead. I hummed and haa-ed, until the manager overheard and offered to go buy me a bottle of Veuve. And a complimentary ice-cold beer while I wait. Oh well – I guess I’m mixing my drinks after all. And after that – I have vague memories of lifting and moving my table to escape a table of loud-talking american girls. At some point paying for the champagne (I think). But I am a little fuzzy on my leaving the pub and returning home. Not entirely sure if I left in disgrace or not – but pretty sure I would remember if I had. Pretty sure. Anyway – woke up on Monday morning, still wearing shorts, with my bed strewn with phone and electronic-book – and all fresh and ready for another working week.
So yeah – that’s what happens when nobody comes to help me through a weekend. I hope you’re all happy.
Final champagne tally: One bottle each for Kadin & Kruze, a magnum for the deuce, and another bottle for me. Not quite to the same scale as Brisbane – and never got that terrible terrible “razorblades in my oesophagus” sensation – but still… too much. Too much.