I ask all of the Wine drinkers out there, what is more fun than a bar? The answer is plain and simple... A FREE Wine-Bar!
Not so long ago, I remember picking up a girl who lived on the sea-side... The park on one side and a water-polo pitch on the other... She was dressed in a long red cocktail dress and me? In a two piece grey suit with a scarlett tissue in the upper left hand pocket. We matched well. She wore this bright red lipstick that left arks everywhere she bumped into... Yep... She was wearing heels...
The one item that ladies everywhere force themselves to wear for the sake of height and beauty...
Now ladies, don't say you wear them for us... We are wearing them with you! We moan that you complain they hurt... We moan that we have to leave the party early cause your feet hurt... We moan that we have to stay sitting down just so that you can feel comfortable and pretend that your heels are like Cinderella's glass Slippers!
I used to have to keep a pair of flats in the car, just in case your feet would hurt after a period of wearing them...
So anyway! The love for heels rages on!
My friend was hosting a Wine Bar in his Villa. It was nicely decorated and there were around 200-300 people there; most of whom I knew. So the socialisation aspect was definitely there. I mean... I never expected anything... We talked about the good old days :D - I felt like a 90 year old sod with them.
To continue, after introducing her to them, she went hunting for wine... Almost like a cougar on the prowl for a nice target.
I heard a scream and turned around... She had surprised one of the waiters and tipped some red wine on his jacket, anyway...
She came back less than 10 minutes later with three empty wine glasses and another one in her hand for me. I'm not the greatest fan of wine but I love to cook with it and just taste a bit of it.
IT was nice... gentle and refreshing....
The night continued to pass and the same cycle repeated itself... She would stick to the shadows and follow a waiter... Steal a glass of wine... Gulp it down and come back to my side... Almost like a pet who has misbehaved...
By midnight... I had to leave... Not because it ended... but due to the fact that she was drunk as a skunk and falling everywhere... Her dress was soaked with water... Apparently... some time during the night, she had managed to fall into the fountain and give herself a good spray... -.-'
The host, his wife, my old team-mate and I had to carry her into the car and figure out a way for her to not:
1. Throw-up
2. Make a complete ass of myself
3. See her again...
Those three conditions were satisfied in due course thanks to her own stupidity...
When she drinks, she forgets the night before... The next morning, she asked whether we had met... I
said "Us? Noooooooo!" She thought she had met her friends and gone drinking instead...
By the end... I was happy that I would never have to date her again... Drunken or sober!!!
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