Thursday, 2 May 2013
So, we were sitting down to dinner, the crew, and the conversation started off fairly okay, and then it progressed to an in-depth discussions about celestial navigation and MGT 500s (?), it was monumentally boring, I didn't say an entire thing for over 45 minutes, I turned to my right, and... wehe, a 3 liter box of red wine, with a tap, was RIGHT beside me, what was I to do? Before I knew it my brain had gone a bit fuzzy and i was turning up the radio and talking absolute piffle. The captain looks at me, Cary... are you drunk? WHAT?! Nooooo. Yes, you are . Noooooo I'm NOT. Have you done the cabins? Ummm, maybe. You haven't have you? Ummmm. Note to self, red wine with a tap... NOT a good idea (after four solid years of drinking copious amounts of wine from a box at uni, you would think I would have learnt). Give a girl a break why dontcha.
