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Outdone by 92 year old - a new low for me

This is going to be a short post.

Our upstairs neighbour (who is the 92 year old referred to in the title) invited us up for a drink tonight, as we hadn't seen each other over Christmas and New Year, and she was having a couple of other people in as well. We haven't actually gotten to know our neighbours yet, as a lot of them are... how do I put it... of advanced years, and our busy lives mean we're not around during the day when they're all out and about. So we said we'd go up for about 8, thinking that we'd be home by 10 at the latest because they'd all want to get to their bed.

Hah!

It's after midnight, and we're just in.

I've not had a cup of tea since this morning because everyone else was drinking and I didn't feel like I could ask for a cuppa instead of an alcoholic drink! The 92 year old looked like she was settling down for another whisky with her pal from next door after we'd gone. This woman has more energy than I do! I think she may be on some kind of illegal sustance.

I'm so ashamed of myself and my lack of stamina.

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At 6.1.07, Blogger Stacey said...

Teeny - you're not alone! When I spent Hogmanay in Edinburgh two years ago, I was staying with my friend David. He lived in a flat with two sets of neighbors - a guy upstairs we never saw and a nice old couple across the hall. On Hogmanay proper, we were out until late partying downtown. We made it home around 3 a.m., and the old couple invited us in for a drink (absinthe). I finally had to beg off around 5 a.m. and crawl across the hallway to sleep!    



At 6.1.07, Blogger Teeny said...

That makes me feel a little better! I thought old people were supposed to drink sherry, not absinthe!

I should clarify, we normally could make it past midnight but we'd come straight in from work, gulped down our dinner and went out, and the neighbour's daughter could talk the hind legs off a donkey. Her tales were amusing for the first couple of hours, but for the next two it got a bit tiring...!!    



At 6.1.07, Blogger Elisabeth said...

Hello - I stumbled into your blog a bit pissed last night (having my own to tell - but that will keep).
I left a comment and it disappeared (or maybe I pressed the wrong button? :-).

It wasn't a particularly profound one - just to say that my late grandmother (who I thought was one of the most fabulous people who ever existed) could out drink us and out last us all - Hogmanay or any other time...:-)    



At 6.1.07, Blogger Teeny said...

Hello E - I didn't see your comment from last night, I certainly would have wanted to keep it if you were drunk when you wrote it! I love drunken blogging/commenting. Maybe Blogger was playing up... Or maybe you were just twatted and pressed the wrong button!

I'm definitely out of practise when it comes to drinking, I used to be quite good at it but no more. Couple of glasses of wine and I'm anyone's.

It wasn't so much the drinking last night as it was the CONSTANT 'when I was in [insert exotic location]' of my neighbour's daughter that was exhausting! Bless them though, they were lovely and made us very welcome.    



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