Accidental night out

Indie/Britpop pub was closed when we got there. I'm going to tell them off some other time. We wandered back up the road and have found ourselves a local. They sell good beer and have a friendly crowd. I met a brummie guy who writes for the Daily Mail (which I discovered after I'd decided I liked him) an Amercan interior design artist with a friend from Lancashire and a Geordie in wonderland. Oh and a friendly irish barman. We drank watched footy put music on and had a great evening, when the pub closed we stayed and played connect four-Mark beat myself and the Geordie guy then lost to the barman 3-2. once it was close we were smoking indoors, it felt naughty and strange, oh how quickly these things become normal. we rolled home at about 3am had toast and went to bed, I don't remember getting home, I have a vague recollection of shouting at the kettle but that's about it. I feel fine, Mark is sitting up in bed wretching into a basin-he's not really being sick but that feels worse, there's no release. Haha, it's usually me! I'm glad I've got the chance to look after him, he's always so good to me when I'm hungover. Oh, we have movement. I'd better go see if he needs anything. See ya!