In moderation

I still like my drink. Even if I can no longer drink all night without feeling crook. I felt crook all weekend after Friday night, when me and my mates attended Fly’s 5th anniversary nonsense party at Centro. Being an ex-employee almost guarantees an invite, but we might have pushed things too far for next year’s because we found a booklet of drink vouchers and used it. I haven’t been so drunk since I can’t remember.

That’s about all I care to say about the party. Or Fly.

Except that my brother’s a photographer, and sponsored the party with his instant digital photo booth thingie