|
|
Post by staggerstag on Nov 13, 2019 17:19:28 GMT
A party of us went out one Christmas Eve quite a good few years ago. We all met up again on Christmas Day lunchtime for a jolly time at a flat belonging to two of the girls. The girls had had about two hours' sleep/stupor before coming to and knocking back the booze again. We had been there for about an hour when we smelled burning which seemed to be coming from the kitchen. It happened that Stephanie, one of the girls, still merrily intoxicated about an hour before we arrived and not with it at all, had somehow placed a frozen pizza in the oven instead of the turkey. The pizza was black and smoking like a burnt-out tyre and we never cooked the turkey because we would all be too drunk to carve and eat it once it had taken hours to cook. Stephanie was supposed to have put it in the oven when she got home the night before at around 4am. And with all the veggies needing prepping, potatoes peeling etc it was a no-go from the off. To be honest, I can't even remember much else of the day, and I made a vow then - never over-booze it on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. We all know that people are capable (by merely being incapable) of doing the most incomprehensible things when too drunk - but mistaking a frozen pizza for a turkey takes a lot of beating. And, yes, we were laughing about it. But our bellies weren't.
|
|