My sisters 21st was a success. A succession of young beauty's danced for the enjoyment of the rest of us who were twice their age and made us feel old. By the end of the night after drinking shots, my sister and eldest brother were far gone. As I drove home I passed my sisters boyfriend who had disappeared. He staggered along the long long black road towards...well... not much. He wore a t shirt as he zig sagged and I stopped and offered him a lift. The story goes that a/ he felt Ill and b/ he didn't even recognise me.
I have drifted off many many times on foot whilst drunk and I really don't miss those bad decisions.
He and my sister go on holiday today and take their hangovers with them.
Oh to be 21 again? NO
Helium balloons were inhaled and that always makes me feel like a right boring bastard. I don't find it funny and I get concerned that it might give you brain damage as that's what I heard.
So I tried my best to not look like a spare part but that was difficult. My sister drunkenly rang me up to 1 am and spoke gibberish. It was amusing.
Today (Saturday) I am at work again, trying to amass more overtime cash. I have my son this afternoon and I look forward to that. I'm really tired though already.
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