Today was wine tasting. Today was also our day off. Last night was a big night out. Wine tasting topped up our alcohol levels and so the day went on.
Pub after wine tasting. People are strapped for cash already so early season mine sweeping is happening.
We're waiting for tartiflette to happen, but everyone is hammered and the cooking process is far from smooth. Every single member of staff seems to be crammed into our chalet and I'm pretty sure one of the tartiflette pans just went on the floor. Kitchen is a state, as is everyone else. Apparently I'm cooking breakfast tomorrow, my partner in that task seems a bit worse for wear. It's not going to be a good service.
I learned something today, from a group of people who know their shit: a steezy backside 1 is better than a shitty 7. Bonus points for you if you know what I'm talking about.
Sometimes, when you look around and assess the situation, you've either gotta get in deeper or get the hell outta dodge. Tonight I'm choosing to get the hell outta dodge, tartiflette or no tartiflette...
**In the nick of time, as 3 nannies start giving the first aid trainer a lap dance**
