Without Franny

Bit of a Mission reunion night on Thursday as two of the guys we used to go out with last year are back for the summer.  Following watching a friend's gig in a pub (and half another band's set, whose name I didn't catch but was quite getting into), we strolled off to another pub.  Gilly had his drinking head on, and suggested the drinking of sambuca, and then the drinking of Goldschlager (s?), and then the drinking of tequila.

Not a good idea.

Suffering for it yesterday, altho' luckily it didn't hamper my work any.  Unlike Gilly, who took a hangover day and lay in bed all morning, and Franny, who puked all over the cottage when he got back.

We moved on to the Apartments, and discovered it empty.  Some stunning girl convinced us to move on to Poon's -- we were already planning on heading over there, but a kiss on the cheek sealed the deal for me :)

Franny didn't get in.  The bouncer didn't give him any reason, just stopped him short.  Hence how he was able to come back to ours and early and redecorate the bathroom before we could stop him.