Vinopolis for money

Counselling session no 3: Better than the last, my therapist asks the greatest questions. Its those simple ones, that really get you thinking. Why do you want to change things? Often for me its because in films everyone seems to have these perfect lives, and i just cant get it though my educated, but obviously thick head, that THEY ARE NOT REAL. people don't have these wonderful relationships, life isn't full of one happy experience after another accompanied by an uplifting tune, shopping can never be fun, and you cant convince an FBI agent not to arrest you for multiple murders so that you can catch the ultimate wave in the 50 year storm.

I went out drinking with Rowl, Junior and the Lawwoman after work on Friday. I can tell it definitely didn't go well as i found a £20 note tucked halfway up Dave our tree like pot plant in our lounge 2 days later and had no idea how it got there? or who's it is?

I didn't intend to drink a lot, and always think that its important to be lucid enough to explain my faith to anyone, no matter when they ask. I'm not convinced that i managed to maintain that on Friday as i couldn't remember where i had left my bike, and had to get Junior to unlock it for me. All in all it was a great night. The highlight/lowlight was finding an open wine tasting session (you don't ask questions after a few pints- but now i want to know why on earth a wine tasting was on late on a Friday night, and why on earth they didn't ask us to leave!?)

So anyways after trying a lot of different wines, no spitting involved. Junior bought two bottles, but in order to ensure he got value for money, us women folk took it upon ourselves to drink as much as possible to make the purchase all the more worthwhile. We were rumbled when they came across us all with full to the bring glasses, delicately, gluging the wine. However after telling us that they didn't believe that a colleague of theirs had poured such volume of wine, and we apologised, promised in unison that we would not do it again, and pointed out our friend buying something, they left us to it. I'm not sure why we left there, i guess we got bored of wine.

In the end, i promised not to cycle home, and then did so as fast as possible. My flatmate always says, if you're gonna cycle drunk, might as well do it as fast as possible. In defence, i luckily didn't die, and i really needed a wee!

'Bodhi: If you want the ultimate, you've got to be willing to pay the ultimate price. It's not tragic to die doing what you love.' - i don't love drinking, or drunk cycling!