Drinking

As I've made perfectly clear over the course of this blog, but particularly in my non-cyber life it is that I don't enjoy drinking. It's expensive, tastes horrible and I get tired and dizzy from it. However, it would appear that I have something of a weak spot for Sambuca.

The village was tiny, but did have a pub about 10 feet away from our house. Lexy decided to get me pissed. I flirted with the guy behind the bar. I had 2 shots of Sambuca (which by the way I drank my dipping my finger and licking it off. Took hours. So worth it) and was plastered. Upon seeing a sign that warned that the road was winding on our 10 foot walk home, we decided that was how we should be walking up the road. Yes, really.

Day two, I had 3 shots of Sambuca, one of which I actually downed as a shot. That was not as enjoyable, but I was far more drunk. Headache for an hour in the morning, bad dreams all night, dizzy whilst drunk. I remembered why it was I didn't drink.

On the last night, I had 3 shots of Sambuca, a double Sambuca and lemonade and an Apple Vodka. Lexy was far more drunk than I was, but we were hanging out with the guys from the surf school. I was in my usual dungaree and bra gear. The guy Lexy and I were mostly hanging out with had taken a couple of our lessons and was VERY drunk. Earlier that day he'd mentioned a girlfriend, but later swore blind he didn't have one. Girlfriend isn't my problem either way.

We had a laugh, chatting and hanging out, just chilling. Until that is, that we decided we should go back to the house.