Party mood

After the public holiday on Thursday, I dragged myself to the office yesterday. At about lunch time I had lost all enthusiasm for the work day, but here’s the thing – I didn’t want to go home. I was in a party mood!

Holy cow, where did that come from?

My party mood has been broken since the late 90s. I send it in for repairs and the technicians send it back periodically for me to test; its usually not fixed properly and goes back to the shop for them to try something new to fix it. Well, my party mood was delivered at lunch time and it was begging to be tested.

I suffered through to 4pm and then convinced a colleague to get a drink. We found a little Indian restaurant slash cocktail bar (my drink of choice) in Sunninghill where I consumed 2 Sex on the Beaches (yummy) and 6 samoosas. When we left I wasn’t ready to call it quits, but I had no one to party with, so decided to party at home. I called my party-loving sister (her party mood regularly checks in for some R&R, but the repair shop has never heard of her) to come round and get drunk at my place. I stopped at the P ‘n P for some orange juice and cream for more Sex on the Beach and an assortment of shooters. At home I poured out Pancakes, Blow jobs and Springboks, which I downed between sips of my latest cocktail and Apple Sours from the bottle.

I did this all by myself as my sister was a no show. By 8pm I was sitting in the dark, watching Scrubs and finishing off my second homemade cocktail. I went to bed, alone, about half an hour later, and woke up this morning at 6 o frikking clock.

So much for exercising my party mood. Thankfully it’s not broken, but I’ve packed it away carefully for the next party.