With the benefit of hindsight, and considering my current state(s) of mind, buying Irish whiskey to celebrate 5000 comments may not have been the best idea I've ever had.
Around 2am, after a long drive down the coast and back to deliver the Creative Genius to her school holiday destination, I opened the bottle, intending to knock back a dram and then go to bed.
As you do.
And that's the last thing I remember clearly. I awoke with the sun high in the sky, lying half on the toilet floor and half actually in the toilet itself, stark naked and in a state of unequivocal disrepair. Sparing you the most gruesome details, let me just say that it was not pretty, dudes. How I got there remains a mystery, as do most of the intervening hours, but I can tell you that at some point I appear, interestingly, to have joined the Country Women's Association. However, I have no Actual Memory of doing this; I only know because their confirmation email arrived this afternoon.
I don't seem to have got up to too much mischief, apart from that. The house was more or less in order, and I have never been the kind to place drunken, recriminating ISD phone calls in the middle of the night, thankfully. I think (hope) I just partied alone and, with any luck, got a few things off my chest.
I'm so glad that nobody but the dog was here to witness my descent, though even he was having trouble respecting me, this morning. Pretty hard to take, let me tell you, getting disgusted looks from a guy who's been known to eat his own poo.
So. Welcome to the New Poppalina. Poppalina the Reckless. Poppalina The Reprobate. Poppalina the take your hands high above your head, do the cosmic sign and repeat loudly after me: 'Rocknroll! Hello, Cleveland!'
The New Poppalina, who doubts very much that she will imbibe the firewater again for Quite Awhile.
But she has nothing to hide, no one to tell her how to be and not a hell of a lot left to lose. And that makes her Considerably More Dangerous
You have been warned.
In other news, I accidentally broke this bangle while I was packing, today.
Poetic.
