All Of It
How was the gig last night?
Enquired the good lady as she bustled into the room with a towel.
I looked up from where I lay, on the couch, like a bag of washing.
Gig?
I croaked feebly.
Yes, the gig. You know, the one you went to last night?
Said the good lady with more than a touch of exasperation as she took in my pathetic form hunched under one of the little boom's blankets.
I peered up at her, she seemed so far away.
Nnngggh.
I responded.
What? How much did you have to drink last night?
All of it.
All of what, you aren't making much sense.
All of the drink, we drank... All of the drink.
I let my way head fall back and lean against the cushion.
Do you at least remember any of the gig?
I squinted through the haze at her. Remember? The gig? Now that she mentioned it, I distinctly remembered something guitary in amongst all the beer. And noisy shouting. Yes, maybe some smoke too? Rum? Was there rum? It felt like there was rum.
I remember... all of it.
I attempted to put some certainty in my voice which was currently sounding a bit reedy.
Did he play Africa?
This was becoming tiresome. The good lady's words were becoming harder and harder to decipher. Africa? What did that mean? Oh hang on, a memory popped up, me and Mr T shouting and jumping up and down shouting AFRICA!!!
I took a deep breath.
Yes, he played... All of it.
I tugged the blanket up over my chin and attempted to look endearing in the hope of some breakfast and maybe a hand shandy.
All of it. Is that your catchphrase today then?
The good lady cocked a hand on her hip. She seemed to be narked about something.
Urggh.
I nodded as handsomely at I could considering the wreck that I was.
You going to spend the day lurking about on the couch making mopey noises then?
I nodded. The words all of it on the tip of my tongue.
The good lady flung the towel in her hands at me.
Well, I am afraid not. You are going to shower because you stink of old meat. Then you are going to paint the hall, like you promised.
I gulped. Chores? Had I promised to do chores in return for a night off? And painting the hall? It was massive!
Paint the hall, like, all of it?
The good lady grinned with an evil twinkle in her eye.
Yes, all of it.
I'm sure Frog Leap Studios would expect nothing more than all of it from you. Good job. Hope you had fun with the hungover painting!
All of it! That's what they got! That's what she got! I think that's what I got!!
Sounds like you got it.
Maybe you can yell Africa as you mix your tears into the paint.
I could market it as a new product... Taint!
You knucklehead. You always agree to do more than you should. That wasn't good negotiating skills. I am glad you enjoyed it though and looking forward to beer testing today lol.
I do agree to too much, I should be more poker Face when doing my deals!!
I'm afraid you get the pleasure with the pain, KilimanjaBRO! I hope you recovered nicely from the ordeal. It must've been hard breathing all those paint fumes. At least, that's all the chores there was. I mean, it could've been a lot worse. Your good lady could've tasked you to scratch nails on a chalkboard whilst she banged on the cymbals.
Lol, she was kind, she only let me do the downstairs bit. Thank feck!
Oh the horror! I feel your pain, I feel it in my guts and head, there is nothing worse than choresy things when hungover :( It makes you wonder the most horrid things like 'was the drink worth it?' and that should never ever be wondered!
It was worth it for such an amazing night but oh how I paid for it. I paid in spades!! Only more do I feel any better!!
"ALL OF IT!" Gonna be a tough day, boomie ;0)
sigh it's a hard one alright. Needless to say I have stopped saying all of it, lol!!
Nobody would blame you if you stop calling her "good lady".
Hahaha, oh my, yes, I am sure they wouldn't!
"Evil Pict witch" may be a bit over the top, but something in-between perhaps?
I think I might settle on that! Although it is my fault as I allow myself to agree to anything to get what I want in the short term!!
Mr T? You'll tell me what happened... all of it.
Lol, all of it.
Madness and debauchery!!
And this is different than any other day how exactly?
Because of the thing!
Ah, the thing. It's always the thing isn't it?
But how much of the thing did you use? Please tell me you saved something, you need to keep some powder in the pouch. Your elixirs can't do everything.
There is plenty of powder in the pouch! The thing was glimpsed and measured. The night was saved. Duty was done. Hope was gained
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She's a salty dog and no mistake!
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Painting hungover. That sounds productive. Not only will the fumes make you sicker, you'll probably do a shit job and have to redo it at some point.
It's a very shit job and the need I am making is quite unreal!