Don't Mind Me

This was Mardi Gras weekend in Sydney, which essentially means that everyone in the city (plus a million tourists or so) party for about 72 hours straight. Which made it extra sad that I headed home before 10pm on Saturday night before the parade had even ended, because I was tired and apparently needed some 9 hours of sleep to recover.

Fortunately I made up for this by following up yet another boozy book club session by organizing Sunday evening drinks at the pub. I have subsequently been blamed by Juice for the fact that he is still drunk at work this morning, despite the fact that I went home at a reasonable hour and definitely didn't chain him to the bar on my departure.