Sounds flash, it's not.
Our best friends had moved to New York so we had a get together.
Anyway we all met up in this hotel, two wives, one husband, (one sensibly away on business) six children. I think we booked out half of the floor.
Hels and I hadn't seen each other in ages. Lots of catching up. Mark scarpered and went back to Toby's room - eldest child
We ran out of booze and ordered up. (But that was after we sent Toby out, he was the oldest and most sensible to get us cigarettes, no one does that any more either.)
So at about 2 am we thought a bottle of Dom was a great idea. Too rat faced to drink it, we both fell into bed and woke up the next morning, not looking so great.
First thing, rang Tobe and asked him to get us a big bottle of coca cola.
Mark turned up back in our room, and he said it smelled like a brewery, forgot to mention that we felt a tad guilty about the Dom un drunk but purchased so I poured in down the toilet.
So Mark has a shower and comes out of the bathroom looking all squeaky clean.
The room service guy turns up with a huge bottle of coca cola on a silver tray (thank you Toby),
Mark comes out of the bathroom in his robe,
(remember squeaky clean) opens the door, lets the guy in, who then cops Helen and me in bed together looking totally tragic ( you know- face squished with last year's make-up still on)
looks at Mark and must think that he has picked up the oldest most tragic hookers in New York.
Hels and I got the giggles but didn't move. Just jiggled a bit.
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