Last night the wife went to a Virgin Vie party (I think that’s what they’re called). From what I can gather the whole point is to buy sparkly things whilst getting as shit faced as possible. Seeing as how she’s had to rescue me many a time from a late night I decided that I’d be the good husband and stay up waiting for the inevitable phone call. Cue twenty past twelve and the phone goes, not to want picking up but to say that she hasn’t finished yet and I can go to bed if I want. My wife has really had to put up with me in some terrible states so figuring she wouldn’t last too much longer (nothing beats a pissed phone call) I though I’d hang on. Finally at about quarter to 2 in the morning she decided enough was enough.
This is all fair enough, a late night shouldn’t kill my routine, and it didn’t. In fact I was good enough to be up early this morning and be in the gym well before 10. The problem was that I was really lacking in energy. It’s only just gone midday now and I think I’m ready for bed again. All I can say is I’m glad I don’t have to be out drinking to the early hours every week, I think it would be impossible to keep fit with such a lack of sleep, never mind the drink.
