Booney wrote:4 hours of free beers on Saturday at the footy. Apparently my arrival home was spectacular.
Uber drops me home, my neighbor tells me my rendition of "Heave Ho the way to go...we are the Freo Dockers" was one of the better versions of it he's heard and my match summary was sketchy at best then Mrs Boon tells me the hot dog she ordered me went down like I was auditioning for a deep throat film. Ahh, nothing like finding out about Saturday night on Sunday morning.
I hit the Saily pretty hard Saturday night.
The state gridiron coach was the music talent there that night, so between him pointing me out to all the old biddies on the mic, him and my posse loading me up, and the previously mentioned local "ladies" copping feels and singing Happy Birthday Mr President to me all night, I had a big one.
Got out of bed at 1pm Sunday, napped from 3-5pm on the couch, out to dinner with the fam at 6.
It was a big one.
