I'm getting too old for this...

Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme, but I honestly can't deal with hangovers with the same Blitz Spirit that I used to in my younger years!
Seriously, the moment I turned 23, that was it. Whereas before I could quite happily head out on a week-long bender and only be rough for a few hours, I'm now sick as a dog for at least 24 hours!
Saturday was no exception. Dear Lord, I have not felt that rough in a long time and it's all Mr B's fault. Well, that's what I'm claiming anyway, I have decided the blame for me being stupidly drunk on white wine and sambucca lies solely with him. I've yet to decide why but I do know it was definitely his fault and not mine. Having to get up at 6.30am to traipse back and forth across two counties didn't help either (long and rather dull story), given we didn't stop drinking until after 1am!
Still, I had a wicked time on Friday night, even so far as to say it was worth the pain of a deadly hangover.
The Jackdaws rocked the sh*t out of Crewe and, biased or no, I and all the others thought they were the best band on that night by far. The boys even slipped in a new song that even I had never heard and it was bloody fantastic!
It was such a random night too. My cousin Radio came down from up north to show her support and immediately hit it off with all my friends she had not met properly before thanks to her wonderful craziness. I am not exaggerating when I say she is actually, genuinely nuts but in a fantastic way. In fact, some of the blame for me being ill should pass to her and her sambucca-buying as the night wore on!
There were many drunken declarations of love (the friend sort), crazy dancing down in front of the stage when The Jackdaws played and lots of staggering down the streets of Crewe making complete prats of ourselves.
Mr B even did a cartwheel down the road, which I thought I had dreamt until he confirmed it had happened at work today, followed by a second cartwheel when I apparently yelled at him to do it again! No wonder his wrist is knackered this week, this is the man who broke both of them twice in a matter of weeks as a child so officially has the weakest wrists in Shropshire!
Anyways, after the taxi driver finally got us home (and said taxi was not obtained by some dodgy back street deal, despite what certain people might claim!), having had no sat nav and relying on a stupidly drunk me to direct him in the dark when I had only ever done the journey to Crewe by road twice before and then in the daylight, everyone pretty much collapsed into bed or couch with the sounds of the best thing to come out of Shropshire since the A41 ringing in their ears.
Top night!
And I'll be doing it all again this Saturday. The Sound Bar, Birmingham - The Jackdaws are headlining and will totally blow you away if you do pop down, I promise!
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