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Some girly who I vaguely know was extremely drunk and rubbing herself up against me for a while - it was her birthday and she had a large group with her.
Then one of her friends told another of her friends (who was wearing a dinner jacket) that he was dressed like a coot (or some such word... starts with "c", ends with "t")... and it all went downhill from there.
In no time at all there was a loud argument along the lines of "He called me a coot!", "No I didn't - I said you were dressed like a coot!"
When I explain that the riposte to the initial accusation that I adduce above was what I thought he ought to have said, rather than what was actually said, you can probably imagine that things degenerated quite rapidly thereafter
Later on, birthday girl managed to sit on a seat in such a manner as to tip it over, knock the actual seat bit out of the framework, and bang her head on the edge of the table.
Not, perhaps, first choice on the future bride scale - although I still wouldn't mind if she can remain compos mentis long enough to drag me into the taxi with her
My basil plant, which was on the verge of wilting yesterday, still looked a bit droopy just now, so I gave it some more water.
It's like kids on E... you're never sure how much water to give them without killing them.
Still, I can probably develop an understanding of their systems requirements that allows me to keep the basil and the thyme running in a generally healthy manner
Later on, birthday girl managed to sit on a seat in such a manner as to tip it over, knock the actual seat bit out of the framework, and bang her head on the edge of the table.
Not, perhaps, first choice on the future bride scale - although I still wouldn't mind if she can remain compos mentis long enough to drag me into the taxi with her
Alternatively, wait until she's knocked herself out and, well, you know.
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