Another red wine story
But, in the interests of keeping you happy, I’ll tell you about red wine and the weekend that has just passed.
I got home quite early on Friday night and I wasn’t too cold, tired or lazy to go t o Tesco’s to do some long-needed grocery shopping. It still being early, most of the other shops were open so I wandered into Woolworths and bought a lemon squeezer (I’ve not had one since I threw the old one out as I’d been using it as an ashtray), a stainless steel mixing bowl and a potato masher. God, I hate that shop – I really can’t see the point for its existence.! But seeing their crappy selection of DVDs reminded me that HMV was having a sale next door. I backtracked and went to wander around the aisles in HMV. Twenty minutes later, I was walking into Tesco’s, the proud owner of ‘Withnail and I’, ‘Brief Encounter’ and ‘The Descent’. An hour later, I was walking out of Tesco's, the proud owner of six heavy shopping bags of groceries that were cutting into my hands.
Two bottles of red wine lurked somewhere in those bags.
I don’t watch that much telly but Friday night is Green Wing night so I seldom leave the flat before 10.30. I’d drunk a bottle of red by then, it was cold and wet outside and none of the usual suspects were going to be out – I almost succumbed to the urge to stay in. I went to the pub instead.
I succumbed to the urge to go clubbing an hour and a half later.
It’s at this point that lovers of my red wine tales will start getting interested. Who or what is he going to land up in bed with this time? Will he remember what he did or didn’t do? Will he remember at all? Perhaps he’ll have a threesome or, god forbid, go home with a woman?
After an hour and several more pints of beer, I could safely be said to be drunk. I’d seen several people I know and chatted to them while splashing them with beer. And there was enough beer-goggles-assisted eye candy to perk up my interest. All that notwithstanding, I suddenly got bored and went home. Alone.
Boring, I know. I’m sorry.