November 17th 2018
Today is day two of my three day impromptu weekend. I woke up in Bristol, got a train back to Swindon, ran around town doing errands, and then met my friends at a pub after maybe thirty relaxing minutes at my house.
I got about two hours sleep last night, and now I’m out again. And feeling both young and old at the same time.
We’re having an old-school work reunion, full of at least one person that I’ve not seen in four years.
For some reason, our drink of choice for the night is Hooch. I don’t think anyone has ever drunk as much Hooch as our table has done tonight. And it’s only like 9 bottles. It’s not much of a drink, but when Spoons is offering it 3 for a fiver, you can’t really decline.
It isn’t something I’d usually go for, but again, 3 for a fiver like.
Hooch is crazy.
Until tomorrow, shoutout anyone who understands that reference.