overheard in a coffee queue this morning, coming from two thirty-something females:
woman 1: what did you do this weekend?
woman 2: had a fab weekend, thanks. i got SO drunk on saturday night. i was so ill on sunday that i spent most of the day sleeping it off.
call me old-fashioned or simply old if you'd like, but i think getting so drunk you're sick doesn't constitute a fab weekend. if it happened to me at my ripe old age of 36, i'd be so embarrassed i wouldn't be announcing it to my friends, i'd be hiding sheepishly under a rock.
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