Last night my Scottish chum met the Peruvian lady in
a pub in Camden. They got on awfully well and together we did our bit
to keep the drinks industry vibrant.
It was a good night, but I think I'm going to pay for it today. Why is it that a few more pints of a strange fruit beer seems like such a brilliant idea at 11pm? How can
my judgement be that bad after a few drinks?
The Peruvian and I almost kissed last night, but I said I wanted to wait till I was sober, so I would be more aware of what was going on.
She seemed to like this, it's a damn shame she is going on holiday tomorrow. What on earth am I going to do while she is away?
Maybe I'll learn Spanish.
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