Greuhhg

[eldar]

So last night, myself, Stuart, Dave and Neale Stuart-Davies (I kid you not... Neil, Stuart, Dave, and Neale Stuart-Davies!) did a repeat of our 2005 AC Milan vs Liverpool Champions'-and-runners-up-and-even-more-clubs-from-the-countries-with-the-most-money League Final experience, but with one vital difference: Stuart's ex, Jo, was there as well. This vital difference ensured that instead of a glorious come-from-three-nil-down-at-half-time-and-win-on-penalties game, we got a dull affair (though not nearly as dull as the FA Cup Final) in which one team played miles better than the other, but the other team scored more goals. Yeah, Liverpool lost 2-1 and didn't deserve it, especially as Milan shouldn't have even started the competition in the first place.

Umm, did I mention we had a few drinks along the way? And then someone bought a round of shots. That's always a bad sign.

At least I got the last train home.

My head hurts.

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[arosoff.livejournal.com]

Hrm, you omitted to mention what happened AFTER you got the last train home... I demand a public grovel :-)

[eldar.livejournal.com]

:p

So maybe I was a little the worse for wear once I got home, shall we leave it that?

And I have a very lovely wife who for some reason put up with me in my stupor.