High Jinx at the Pub (Again)!!

Well it's Saturday night again, hooray!!! Put on new black lacy tights (very pretty), and immediately put finger through them creating unsightly hole. Manage to disguise by wearing black boots. We arrive at pub (not teetering as boots have tiny little heels), and place is heaving. Great! Singer turns out to be young man with truly good voice, and everyone very happy. Mrs Rosy Mateus is already there, not drinking her usual tipple, but happy and elegant as ever. She is wearing black leggings (debatable but she gets away with it), a longish black top and some attractive costume jewellery. Very well turned out, as usual. She and I exchange smiles, she says 'Alright duck'? I nod and smile. No sign of Wildly Waving Couple from last week, or of my elusive doppelganger Melanie. I have white wine spritzer as does Two. The Wily One spends a lot of time Deciding What to Drink when we go out. He is not a big drinker, and is aghast at the pints of beer disappearing down other men's throats. Trevor my dancing partner comes in quite late, but we do not trip the light fandango. Bit disappointed really, as will be Much More Stable in low-heeled boots. Landlady produces large platters of sandwiches which are much appreciated by everyone. Evening ends with singer pleading 'Haven't you got homes to go to?', as cries of 'more, more', ring from rafters. Feel a little bit merry after second white wine spritzer. Hope no headache tomorrow. When we get in I drink a glass of water, go to bed and am asleep in minutes. Love Saturday night.