And then a reasonable bit of red wine whilst we were there.
I wouldn't say I was trolleyed, but I definetly feel a little worse for wear this morning.
Behold the evidence below:
Took me a while to notice.
I am not amused.
I am a trifle embarrassed.
I'm planning on a nap this afternoon, after I pick up tickets for Tuesdays Amanda Fucking Palmer gig at Al's Bar.
I clearly need it.