*755 - waking up in the wrong house

The pleasantest thing that can happen when you wake up confused, dizzy, and dry-contact lensed, not in your own home, after a night of drunken revelry, is the discovery that you are, in fact, in your neighbour' house, and only need wobble up one flight of stairs to return to your own bed and sleep in till 4 pm.

Perhaps the only photograph I took of our Swine Flu Prevention Party was this photograph of our bar menu:



Swine flu. The latest trend in town. Our guests were greeted by a box of masks and written instructions: "MASKS REQUIRED. We'e serious." Who knew that wearing those masks would be so uncomfortable, particularly when you have to fuss around with taking them on and off for each drink? It's no wonder that everyone had a mask in pocket or dangling off one ear by the end of the night. Still. It was fun.