How come when you go out for a few civilized drinks with friends it is always the last drink that is the one that becomes the one you shouldn't have had?
Last night I went out for one glass of wine with some friends and first off the wine was f*cking FAB.
And then I was thinking well the first one went down so easy peasey that I figured why not get one more little one. A pretty light white from Provence - so harmless.
And since we had a little plate of antipasto to with it, how could we refuse a lovely little glass of red dessert wine with a bit of Prosecco to finish off the night.
Little pink devil really.
Woke up this morning thinking I should have had more to drink considering how crap I felt.
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