A is for Amaretto

--It's funny how you both got me drinks related to alcohol.
--Drinks?
--D'oh! Cards. You know what I mean.
--Well, your cards now seem a lot more appropriate.

Went out with Jen and Andy (and Jen's family, and Kim) for Jen's birthday last night. Had a couple of drinks in the George -- gotta make the most of it when the pub is less than fifty yards from your house -- and then went for a meal in Gaetano's. Nice meal, although I think all involved drank too much wine (except Pete, who drove). Beginning to wonder whether I was safe to drive when I got up this morning.

Went onto The Beehive, failed to hear any live music, and watched Kim finely shred a beer mat.

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I didn't say anything yesterday, because I didn't want to take the piss out of her on her birthday, but Jen tried to kill us by driving into a shopping trolley on Tuesday night. In her defence it was one of those new invisible shopping trolleys.

Oh, no, wait a minute, it wasn't :) It was one of those visible -- some might even say obvious -- ones.

There's also a walking-into-a-lamppost incident to relate, but I won't elaborate. In fact, that sentence pretty-much tells you all you need to know.

And, just so Andy doesn't feel left out: he sat at home yesterday morning waiting for a phonecall, before realising (after about half an hour) that he'd given them the number to the flat he moved out of seven months ago.