I am not proud of it but I broke one of the rules of men over the weekend.

I went to the pub for the afternoon Saturday. Punted up and beered up a storm all afternoon. Had a few horses come home and lots of giggles with the boys. I was even voted smartest of the whole group…. which… if you saw the group would mean I am of average intelligence.

After the afternoon of beering at the pub a bunch of us trekked across the river to a bacon deluxe burger meal at the jax. After this food top up we snuck into the Casino for a bit more of a flutter and a few more drinks. After a little while there and a few drinks we were told it may be time to move on so we ducked outside for breath of fresh air.

While outside we noticed that the Irish bar across the road from the Casino looked a little quite. So we took it upon ourselves to go and fire that bad boy up. We went in, bought ourselves a few drinks and quietly chatted about the weather.

Seemingly minutes later I realised I was on my own, terribly inebriated and talking to a structural support in the bar. It was about then I shuffled outside jumped in a cabbage and went the hell home.

Rewind 16 hours. A mate of mine had graciously asked me to play golf with him and I agreed to make up the four.

Fast forward 20 hours. I have been home for 4 hours and am not terribly well. I may have even got sick a little….. alright a shitload. This is where the whole thing comes together, I let my mates down and cancelled on Golf.

Even as I write this I no there is no way I could (or would) have played in that condition but I should have been able to. I should have realised my commitment earlier in the previous night and gone home after a couple of quite drinks at that Irish bar.

Now I am poor, still tired and disappointed I let my mates down. I broke the rules and that is bad darts.