Leaving do for a few people that are moving on. Was tired but was compelled to come. “Okay. But just for one.â€
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Had a Long Island Iced Tea which not only didn’t taste that amazing was really weak, but it was Happy Hour so it was half off.
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Drank a 2nd Long Island Iced Tea.
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Decided since I had had more than just one, could have a third. Happy Hour was over so I had a Tiger beer.
Was offered a cigarette and I smoked it.
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We decide to change venues and since I don’t hang out that much with the people on the other team, I decide to go along. It would only be polite after all.
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We decide to expense the first round of drinks. Had a large glass of red wine.
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Was offered a cigarette and I smoked it.
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I asked for a cigarette and I smoked it.
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And another one.
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Had a large glass of red wine.
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We discuss Shakespeare, Londoners ability to look the other way when someone next to them on the bus is being stabbed to death and contact lenses.
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I steal another cigarette.
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I whinge about how fat I am, which is always attractive. I am told I am not fat and I point out the size of my thighs. I also provide proof of how much fatter I used to be by showing my drivers license.
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I steal another cigarette and top up my wine glass a. . . bit.
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A really skinny girl walks by and I announce that she is so small, she has an anti ass.
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Me and the other token American put on Valley Girl accents and blathered at each other. What we said is amusing in my head, but I have a feeling if I saw an actual transcript, it just isn’t that funny.
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Made fun of the American saying certain words with a British accent.
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Get home at 11:30.
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Okay. Yes. I got a kebab first.
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Consider having a glass of wine with my ‘dinner’. Decide on a glass of water.
Watch TV. Until 1:30.
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Wake up at four with major cotton mouth. Run through my usual drunk sins in my head and with relief remember that I did not drunk call, e-mail or blog.


May 11th, 2007 at 6:10 pm
Nicole, you’re just too funny. I’m buried in work, and needed a laugh. Thanks!
I had to especially laugh at this part:
We discuss Shakespeare, Londoners ability to look the other way when someone next to them on the bus is being stabbed to death.
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I read a book written by Ann Leary (she’s a comedy writer, and wife of comic Denis Leary). She was 6 months pregnant, and in London 16 yrs ago, with her (then unknown) husband, who was there to film a program for the BBC.
Walking along Oxford Street she goes into premature labour. She said people walked around her, or stepped over her feet, and totally ignored her and her very freaked out hubby.
It’s a fun book to read ..”An Innocent, A Broad”