So I go to the wedding last night. On my best behaviour despite being drunk & there being a free bar.
Get on with everyone really well, & I'm dead impressed with myself. Even more so when there's hundreds of people waiting for taxis & the grooms mother offers to give us a lift home.
Then she tells us her & the family are having a wedding party the next day (today) at the family estate & farm, starting at half 1 & they want us to come with the kids.
I could have fucking screamed. Had my day today all planned. Recover from hangover gradually until I had dinner at 1,then start drinking again & watch the Irish match followed by the others.
Now I have to go to a fucking farm, with the kids, with no bloody chance of watching the match for the entire fucking day. And I feel like boiled shit.