Going out with more than a bottle of red under the belt
Of course it's bad, that's why I resolved not to go out having consumed a bottle of red beforehand after having done both in the space of a couple of weeks.
Bunged up with a heavy cold, I thought of staying in on Friday even though Mike and Michelle were going to be out after going to a gig together. So when James rang me about joining him for a drink after work, I turned him down. Two hours later, at about 7, we exchanged a few text messages:
James: I'm bored, let me bring round a hot toddy to make you feel better.
Alan: Wine sounds like a better idea, what time will you be here?
James: Half an hour from now.
By the time we left the flat to meet up with Mike and Michelle, it was 10.30 and we'd finished 2.5 bottles of red between us. A joined us at some stage. By closing time, James and Michelle had decided to call it a night and Mike, A and I went off to the club. It would have been the first time that I'd been there in almost a month but the doormen were turning people away as there'd been a powercut. We went off to the Central instead.
It was crowded, really crowded!
With no club to go to, everyone had decamped there for the night. For the first time in its sorry life, it was pumping. The atmosphere was great! I don't remember leaving but I'm sure that it was before closing time at 3.
I woke up at about 10. I was in my bed, alone.
Walking through to the bathroom, I expected to see D either sitting or sleeping on the couch. There was no sign of him. Although it would've been unusual, I wondered if he'd gone off to the shop but noticed that there was no sign of him having been there the night before. D isn't the sort of person to leave without having told me he was going.
I started re-playing the previous night's events and realised that he hadn't been there at all.
Unusually for a Friday night, D hadn't been out and spent the night with me. Unusually, I'd spent the night in my bed and not on the couch - I've mentioned before that, these days, I never sleep in my bed unless with somebody.
I think that I need to re-visit that list of resolutions of what not to do over a weekend.