The weekend with MfW went pretty much as expected. Overall, I had a good time, but MfW and his mate got some attitude on Saturday night when I wouldn’t go out a mad bender with them both, despite agreements that we would keep it civilised on the Saturday night. Both of them have a tendency to get like this, but a hard line usually works. In the end, me and the fourth person went back to the hotel for a few drinks where we exchanged banter with the cute barmaid (think a less pretty Isla Fisher and you’re about there) before calling it a night around 2AM.
The next morning, MfW and the other bloke were telling us stories of “the greatest night out, ever” but I wasn’t buying it. It really sounded like they were trying to talk themselves into it rather than make us jealous. Still, the last laugh was on us as MfW and the other one suffered greatly all day Sunday, including our flight home.
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