Oh. My. Dear. Lord. 
Why, why, why did I not know of Ginvent calendars?! I have to say mopsy, my image of you as a poor wee overworked academic, in fingerless gloves, scribbling with your quill in candlelight has been exploded- you is a Lush, woman, a Lush!
Tequila doesn't agree with me either- the last time I had it (that I remember
) I was out in town as a student and bumped into all the popular girls I was in secondary school hockey team with. We were smashed in a club, and one of them decided to ask me, on the dance floor, if I was bisexual, just as the tune stopped....cue every person in the place turning to look.
No random shagging though takes buckets of wine for that
We get through a decent amount, but then we don't drink outside the house as we never go out. Only at weekends though, although I am sitting here with a Belgian beer in front of the footie 
Aching a fair bit now seven; all the sore bit are sore, and all the aches- shoulders, hips- are coming out from getting so jarred when I hit the floor.
Tomorrow night I make DS's birthday cake, and wrap his presents (and DP's secret Santa to prevent a box of chocolates looking like a selotape covered Eifel Tower...) and then will do us all a carbonara pasta back for our dinner on Thursday 