the full irish

funny thing happened last friday...

after a good night of dress-up and drink-up for our work christmas party, and going to bed for the second time, we decided to fill out the form for breakfast in bed.

i was so drunk and tired that i ordered two full irish breakfasts. a full irish has black pudding (blood pudding), white pudding, bacon, sausages and eggs. the one i meant to order was the vegetarian version (beans and toast). i woke up at my regular time (6.30) in a panic. i decided to wait until 7 to call to say what i really wanted. here's a sample of my conversation/explanation:

umm, i ordered two irish breakfasts last night, but was too drunk to remember that i'm a vegetarian. the response i got: ah right! i'll get that sorted for you, miss.

the irish, they understand drunk.