Sangria. yip. Sangria.
It’s why I look the way I do today.
Sangria.
It all started innocently enough on Saturday morning after spring cleaning the house and fighting with the parrot, who I am still convinced, is Satan’s spawn. We were invited to a birthday party. Up in the mountains. That means in Hillcrest if you are a Durbanite. We call them strange folk from up there the mountain people. Beautiful area. Absolutely stunning, lushness like you have never seen before. But I digress.
So off we went, 12:30pm up the hill.
Someone made Sangria.
It was lovely Sangria.
I poured a glass for myself and one for boyfriend. He took a sip and looked at me and said “you just be careful, you know you are a half pint” I said do not fret my pet, I have this under control.
The next minute it was 11:00pm and I woke up in bed and boyfriend was watching a DVD in the lounge and the parrot was saying “bitch please – bitch please”.
those mountain people know how to make Sangira!
9 comments:
lol...
So, you have 10.5 hours of stories to hear. There are so many things that could have happened...
How are you feeling now?
I know! LOL! hehe. At least it was not too bad, I mean, I still have a boyfriend and friends, so I guess I never threw name too badly.
Thankfully, I’ve survived Monday. I’ve decided that I am on detox now.
Sangria is evil! How long will the detox last? lol
Dude...do you have any UDI's ? Unidentified Drinking Injuries...? ...hhahhahaha I think this post is called "Wozzle's average WEEKEND", no?
hehe, you are spot on LML!! haha.
lol. sangria. cocktails. little umbrellas. the recipe for disaster.
eish. YOU KNOW IT! i do love them little umbrellas though :)
i love theme parties
fishy. lol. i never said it was a theme party? but i do quite enjoy a theme party to. haha.
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