drunken meandering?

Okay, maybe I had one more than I expected but here I am still trying. Nice stuff first -- we went to the Blue Room which has been my favorite place to get hammered for a long time. Jenn likes it because she can smoke on the patio. I had a couple of cigarettes -- fags to J -- and now feel like death but the drinks were sooo good and strong. We met a party of Irish expats which was fun. Luckily Jenn had decided on cabs or we might be dead from drunk driving -- we drank a LOT.

But while I was there I got an email from Alex -- must have been 8am his time. Loser. He sent me this, which is the lyrics which he said was just from the British version of The Office but we all realized meant so much more (here is me pasting them):

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well you are still a young girl
And you've bought everything in style

So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake 'em all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

I fucking hate Alex. :(