motivation for fatcats and possibly for chumlies of Fatcats!
Well well well, here we are again another Satdee, 'nother hungover to pieces Satdee.
In my defense I do want to plead I started yesterday with the very best of intentions. I did the Dundrum thing, I ate sushi and drank still water. Healthy healthy.
I came back here, and then I raced off again. I met the Spaniard and she was glum, because she had to 'make the luggage' I nodded sagely and off we went to La Cave, but misfortune struck, La Cave was too busy, so off we went to a new place on Georges Street. I cannot for the life of me remember the names, but it's on the corner of Georges and Exchequer Street and it used to be an Indian for a while. It's not an Indian any longer, now it's a grill and a rather trendy one at that. But the food was good and the wine was terrific. They serve beer too, so we had one of those.
So far so good, right?
Right, then the paramour rang her phone and said his chumlie was running late, so did we want a drink. So naturally we said 'why not?'
So we went to a new bar 'Crush' opposite the old George (Jurassic park).
That was a bit odd, it took FOREVER for our first drink, so much so that poor old Paramour had to toss back his whiskey sour, and gallop off to Mulligans, leaving me and the Spaniard with our rums and gins and a cocktail list.
'Do you want we have a coptail?" Said the Spaniard who was far less glum at this stage.
So naturally I said, 'why not.'
Three 'sloths' (delicious but deadly, one of the seven deadly sins on the list) later, two that we bought, the last bought for us by some gentlemen seated at the bar, to wish us a merry Christmas, ( one of them actually used the line 'merry Christmas to the two most beautiful women in the bar' I mean snarf to the max, Gorgonzola isn't that cheesy, but no matter we were still gracious about it) and we were both starting to giddy up. We left there and wandered back up the road so that I could show her where that VEELLY good but totally secret restaurant is. I would tell you about it but then it will be even busier and that might effect my getting a table some day, so no, I wont.
(Conan knows, but that's about it)
Anyhoo, oh yes. We went up there and then her phone rang again, it was paramour. 'You really ought to get a mobile.' he said,
Why? I thought, when you're doing such a stellar job of getting hold of me without one.
"We changed bar' he said, 'Mulligans is packed, we'll be in the Long Stone. Why don't you come for a drink.'
So naturally I said, 'why not.'
Me and the Spaniard did kissy kissy and she wandered off to 'make the luggage.' I went to River Island and another shop to buy something and then I wobbled off down to Trinity and beyond.
I found the paramour and two of his chumlies in there, whay hey! Would I like a rum and coke?
One of his chumlies told me a SCANDALOUS story that made me guffaw. Then there was more rum, and after that there may have been some more rums. Then I said, 'I've got to go, I've got to meet a chumlie.'
The paramour insisted on hailing and putting me into a cab to travel the five minutes it would have taken me to walk to where I was going, which rather unfortunately was a wine bar, no rum to be had, so I had a glass of red, but I do remember thinking, 'really fatcat, mixing drink like this will surely send you three feet high and rising'
But no matter, there was some chitty chat, then kiss kiss and off out into the night I went again while she headed really quite drunkenly off to some dreadful dinner she couldn't avoid.
I hailed myself a cab, clambered in, told my cabbie my address in a reasonably clear voice and whay hey, off I went again.
Then I sat down to watch CSI with a glass of wine and some cheese and rather zesty tomatoes...and that's all she wrote.
I know have the foulest headache and quite dickiest stomach known to mankind. I would hazard a guess that poor old Paramour isn't any better seeing as he came home at half one, totally in the bag too. He's lying in bed right now groaning with the Marklar in the crook of his arm.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I have been shockingly lazy all week. There have been parties and drinks and going out things to do. I did a lot of walking, but that won't cut the mustard with you seeing as you've probably been doing a lot of walking too. I walked to town twice, that's about 9k each times, but again, walking.
So, because I was mortified by my idle week, I decided to let you know how much I was suffering today.
The new year chumlies- I told Finn about it during the week, so now I might as well share it with you- I am going on a two month detox, and so help me marmalade, I am almost looking forward to it. I won't have a cocktail until Medbh gets here. Pinkie swear. Until then of course I imagine will be my usual poorly behaved self. How many days are left in 2008, eeek, that many eh?
So, this week.
Wednesday- ran 15k
erm, that's it.
But well done Eva for running when she could have lounged. Brava!
Right bacon and eggs, that will cure me, won't it?
Labels: The very wreck of the Hespa.