When you leave the ladies go awol

Wine bar, numerous trips to the toilets, stalking beer men, and tons of laughter. The ladies hit the road - the princess of perk, sheriff of nothing, the Lady and me. Detours and deviation were common as the four of us trekked the tretcherous path to the toilets and back again. We stood hugging each other in sheer terror at the top of, what seemed at the time, a 'slope of doom' but turns out was a teeny tiny hill... kiddies, drugs are bad Mmmkay. Cath and I standing in front of the toilets with cans of beer laughing uncontrollably, surrounded by mud that not even a pig would roll around in.