missfrifri

Me and My Man went to his friend Scott's birthday party. All very fun and happy times. A couple of hours into the festivities, Remo starts walking around with a bottle of Sambuca, asking everyone to take a shot. He stops next to me, and Miss FriFri looks with THE HORROR at the bottle that 5 other people have already been drinking from. However I don't want to explain my hypocondric- situation at this stage. So I try to discretely whisper "ehh.. hypocondric.. can't share... nej.." Remo's Italian. Remo doesn't care. "Drink." "Ehh.. ok, you see.." "Drink." I fear that the Italians are gonna use one of their favourite expressions to show their disapproval and dislike if I don't (they seem to be bastardo, fangulo, prick or possibly even the c- word) so I decide that the alcohol probably disinfects the bottle and take a shot. Also, I know that My Man won't care and will drink from the bottle anyway, so I'm screwed whatever I do. (Oh, and by the way- have you guys also had that feeling, that after some wine/ cocktails, it's like you just want more and you get GREEDY? Mm. That kind of helped too.)

SO. Now MissFriFri has a terrible cold and has been to bed for 3 days. MAYBE that's because the whole of Sunday I was obsessing to My Man about having taken a shot from said bottle and asking if any of his friends have any dangerous illnesses. So My Man said "you obsess so much that you'll make yourself ill because you THINK you are."

Well that statement certainly came back to bite me in the ass, didn't it?

(Oh. And the fact that I already started to feel ill around Saturday lunch, hours before the party, isn't the reason of course. It was definitely the bottle.)