All they left was a vodka and orange

I'm 4-for-4 this week, for drinking on a school-night. Tonight I plan on making it 5-for-5.

This is unprecedented . . .

. . . but at least I have a reason for not getting any writing done (or anything for that matter).

So the challenge was, on discovering that the woman I had been chatting up was 29 years old and not 24 as I'd assumed, to tell her that I'd thought she was 24 without making it sound like a cheesy pick-up line.

I failed miserably, which was a shame, because she was fit, and quite talkative to boot.

Later . . .