Chocolate Martini - never had one? Great at bedtime, folks, for the wee nitey nite smugness that Milo doesn't give you.
We got drenched last night - not in chocolate (I hasten to add) but rain. It happened that the restaurant that we went to, while being ok, also was streets away from the nearest decent bar. So, we aquaplaned to the Blue Note only to find it closing. Poo. At 10.30pm on a Saturday? Ah well, we are in the Antipodes afterall. Off to The Flying Burrito Brothers - the home of over 300 types of Tequila and the Chocolate Martini (pictured above). Weaved home after the Bailey's mellowed us out and we had dried our hair. I kid you not, we were soaked!! Next time, the gals will choose the restaurant. And the boys will pay.
Now then, I feel obliged to mention this to set the record straight. I have not had group sex with the English Rugby team. Nor have I ever had a text from Shane Warne.
I am sure that there is a story here - I must be one of a very small group of wimmin who hasn't... er... "had" the aforementioned "prvileges". Alert the media.