It’s been a while since I posted here, but something happened that is actually worthy of a post.
On Friday night I got a call from my friend Andy. You might have a friend like Andy – he never seems to pay for his own drinks, he’s only ever got a card with him if you go out for food and, despite being a generally helpless mooch, he gets invited to all the best parties and has all the best fun.
If he wasn’t a steady source of amusing stories I’d have released him back into the wild years ago.
Andy calls because he’s been invited to a party out of town and, surprise surprise, he wants me to drive him there. He claims I can be his “plus one”, which he’s graciously granting me because there’s a woman at the part he wants to sleep with. I’m not nearly as grumpy about being his wingman as I should be – I’ve got no plans and I’m not drinking at the moment, so it’s no big deal to go and stay sober. Since I’m not doing anything else on that Friday night, I agree.