Friday in Shanghai was a big night. Ridiculously big. I had some good news to celebrate, my Seppo girlfriend is (like all that lot) a massive dress-up fan, my workmate had picked up a nice new role and my house mate was given the all-clear from syphilis. Good times all around.
Naturally we chose to celebrate this run of fortune by drinking heavily whilst wearing silly clothes. So, the evening began with a couple of beers at work, then a scotch at my joint whilst everyone changed, followed closely by free-flow cocktails for three hours. Good times all around.
During the course of the evening, I only avoided getting into a nasty blue on three separate occasions through the kindly influence of the pretty blonde girl I date. Getting into lively