The Aftermath

We partied hard and fast. Too hard and fast. So while my pervy other half carried on the partyin' I flaked. Which left me and my other, other half to begin the trek (aka get a cab) to the nearest free bed we could find. After what seemed like hours of fidgeting and an endless desire to sleep and pee, either/or, morning (evening) came with the delight of yet another comedown. However, thanks to the pub next door we at least got to eat pretty much everything in their kitchen. And so faith in life was restored, which allowed me to get the 411 from my favourite perve, who I'd left to party in our name the night/morning before.


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