Be my guest.....

Thank you sincerely to the inebriated couple that laughed and joked(it must have been the funniest one liner ever) outside my hotel room, at 2:35am. Even the hysterical game of knocking on hotel room doors and running away, wasn't enough to entertain you though. More jokes, lots more hearty laughter and hiding around the corner, only to stagger, whilst whispering(we can all hear you, probably more clearly than your talking)back to your room......opposite me. Here's the rub, I'm getting up at 6am.....And I'm worried about your well being, did you manage to get into bed, or did you pass out. Have you hydrated enough? Have you brushed your teeth? Do you have coffee in your room?
These are the types of questions I'm going to ask you when I call your room in a few hours. Rest well.
Note to the wise: the next time you play 'ratatat ginger' (knock knock) at 2:35amyou might meet the inner ginger in me.....and he's not nice :/
The expression 'we've all done it' was bandied around the next day. Well, I don't think I have. Am I missing out on something? Trust me, I've misbehaved but I've not gone down that route. So now today is 'don't poke the tiger day' and I can already feel how tired I will be......you know that tired, when you start confusing your words.....today will be one of those vaginas.
Here's hoping for the strength and endurance that I had in the nineties, those were the days....endurance of an Olympian, body fat ratio single figures and the only extra weight you carried was in the large quantity of hair gel and products.......for the girls it was hair spray and bangles. Sleep deprivation was the norm and I actually thrived on less being more.
For example- It was the early nineties that I went out for my birthday in Australia, with horrendous food poisoning. I spent my time between, doing shots at the bar, dancing like a loon and then dashing to the bathroom to throw up. To the accolade of my antipodian friends, who thought it was booze related, I remain a legend. How easy it was to impress. This was all due to the fact I've always been a FOMO HOMO. Fear of Missing Out. I just don't want to miss out on anything. It must be something to do with being youngest of three, attention seeking etc You know the score. If not, just watch that awful show 'Jeremy Kyle' these days you can find any excuse for any behaviour......and lay blame at someone else's door. How convenient. In my day I was just a busy child, now it's ADHD or a million other reasons not to have chastised me. I think I turned out alright, although maybe a few more slippers/back of my hand would have helped.