Funbags
The weekend has, quite honestly, been filled with premium banter. I practically dragged the boys and the Wife out on Friday night. In all fairness it was Sebsy’s 23rd birthday that week, and although that was the main incentive I used to get them all “on it”, I just wanted to go out and get wankered. And that I did… ending up playing S.E games with the wife, and having a massive row with one of my mates girlfriends who apparently said she would “kick off with me” if I had a problem with her. Haha… I’m sure.
Alcoholism kind of runs in my family, but only on my dad’s side though. I’ve never really analysed this issue before as much as I have done recently. My Dad’s Dad, Brother, and Sister all enjoyed a tipple, and my Dad likes a drink too. I know he’s not alcohol dependant, I just used to think he drank at inappropriate times i.e. after work, and during the day at the weekend… Very recently, for 16 days in a row, I had an alcoholic drink at some point of each day. Sometimes just one, sometimes a lot more. I honestly craved it. Not a good sign.
On Sunday afternoon, we played scrabble in the back garden while drinking jugs of Moscow Mules at approximately 3o’clock. Due to the alcohol intake this very quickly turned into ‘sexy’ scrabble, where each of us took a turn to write a rude word with the letters we had. It’s a lot harder that we first presumed actually! We had a bloody good go at it though, and eventually we were just looking at all the tiles and making rude words. I love the wife’s addition of the word “funbags” to the board. Brilliant.
