Night on the town
It's amazing what a difference one night on the town can make. All those things that I thought I was missing, getting drunk, spending lots of money at a whim for no good reason than because I could, staying up into the small hours of the morning and lying in bed until middle of the afternoon in my pit; how when there's a whiff of them near me now they really are no longer so appealing.
Saturday evening was spent up Clapham at a very nice restaurant where I have to say the food was excellent. Then we took a wander up and down the street taking in a couple of the bars. I like champagne like anyone else but 1/2 a glass is about my limit. By the time we hit the last bar, the flatmate and her man were into their 3rd bottle. I made the mistake of asking the flatmate to choose me a drink and when I got back to the bar from the toilet she'd ordered a bottle of champers and a champagne cocktail for each of us. That round alone must've cost her a small fortune, bars are never the cheapest of places to buy champagne in the first place. Still. It was her night out too and she works darn hard for her money so she's entitled to spend it anyway she chooses. Mind you, she had a heck of a hang over this morning, one thing I'm glad I had avoided.