It’s Saturday morning, I’m not hungover, I didn’t go out
last night, in fact I didn’t even have a drink. After experimenting with my dad’s
treasure chest of cocktail spirits I ended up making the most appalling
concoction of gin, strawberry liqueur, fresh lime and tonic (definitely not one
to recommend) and gave up. Instead I grabbed a vimto (what am I eight?) and put
on some Alison Moyet (what am I 50?).
I
spent last night playing Masterchef with my dad, I was the judge, so basically
I just sat down and watched him cook for me. I indulged in a sumptuous dish of
scallops, king prawns, button mushrooms, asparagus and almost a full pack of
Lurpack butter (dad doesn’t do ‘healthy’). The night came to a close with a
father daughter Amy Winehouse jamming session in which we both awkwardly
skimmed over the beginning lyrics to ‘back to black’, and then dad fell asleep
on the couch (standard father behaviour). Not the most eventful of nights; no
throwing up from excessive consumption of cosmopolitans, no outrageous dance
moves, no drunken phone calls (cue my next weekend in London). My night may
have been peaceful rather than pissed, but it certainly wasn’t a night ‘wasted’.
After a lovely evening I’ve woken up feeling lively, fresh, and unlike many of my
Facebook friends, without declaring that I will never, ever drink again (which
we all know just isn’t true). So if you
don’t have an epic weekend planned, don’t be disheartened. Relish the calm,
invest in quality family time, enjoy the lack of hangover... and get planning
next weekend!
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