In the bar last night, and after several gins and Long Island Iced Teas, we had agreed to have breakfast at 9 am in Sunway with the boys: it all seemed a good idea at 3 am, but when I get a text message form Adrian at 8.30 am, I feel (and look) horrific, and say that we are not going to make it.
I then get bombarded with text messages from them all asking where I am, and telling me what a lightweight I am for agreeing to meet them and then crying off! All I want is to sleep, but all I get is the 'bzzz bzzz' of the text message alert. The Chinese torture doesn't end there: they also call me to rib me more.
Eventually they leave me alone and I go back to sleep – until 11 am - so pathetic. Who were we kidding that we’d be able to get up and out for food by 9 am?! Anyway, we get dressed and have breakfast (well, more like lunch) in the Old Town Coffee downstairs, hoping they wouldn't remember me being very rude to them when Mike was over in December last year...
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