Schlurring.

For years, while it was never a competition, KfW2 always complained that I drank her under the table when we went out for our adult days out. That's true. My tolerance is much higher than KfW2's, especially when gin is the drink. But she always thought I was sober, too. I wasn't, of course, but seemingly I didn't give off that vibe and was able to chat without issue.

However,  the past two times I've spoken with KfW2 she's been quick to call out that I've been drunk. And correctly too. It might only have been five pints this afternoon, but seeing as I've not been in the pub and awful lot recently and I don't drink in the house on my own, my tolerance is really low.

"You're drunk."

"Am I?"

"Yes, I can hear it in your voice." She laughed.

I protested, but she was correct.  Not drunk, but definitely tipsy. Five beers on a mostly empty stomach will do that.

However, we did make tentative plans for Monday's gig. And that's a start.