Yes we did.
She says garbled and drunk on a Friday night, grinning on the end of Brooky's Friday night post.
We won.
I stumble home.
Blind drunk, my handbag stuffed full of mini bottles of vodka.
The Swiss laughs at me.
But fuck it, we won!
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How cool is that? Well done!! (I've experienced it too - amazing feeling.)
I dropped and broke one coming out of the Hilton, and the lovely boys who put me in a cab and helped me get home, and then waited patiently for me to get co-ordinated enough to put keys in the lock and get in house before driving off offered to hold the bottles. At this point, The Lady ceased being a lady. Never mess with the vodka.
See you in the pub in five then?
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