As silly season stumbles on, we here in Sydney are forced to attend more and more events in the lead up to Christmas, often resulting in some hideous scenes. Such as: me on Saturday.
I went to a picnic at 2pm, figured a few beers wouldn't have any sort of impact. Then met up with some family friends for a few wines, because it was only polite. Then there was a dinner party with some sort of unidentified 'punch'. Which means by the time I arrived at a friend's birthday drinks at 10pm, I was slurring and having trouble standing up. I have no idea why it exists and don't remember when it was taken, but this photo seems apt:
I went to a picnic at 2pm, figured a few beers wouldn't have any sort of impact. Then met up with some family friends for a few wines, because it was only polite. Then there was a dinner party with some sort of unidentified 'punch'. Which means by the time I arrived at a friend's birthday drinks at 10pm, I was slurring and having trouble standing up. I have no idea why it exists and don't remember when it was taken, but this photo seems apt:
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