The Opposite of Perky

There is a certain delight to be taken from a hangover ... when it's not your own. In fairness to Forrest it was impressive that we saw him at all last night. He'd succeeded in winning a major bit of business just a few weeks into a new job and the directors had taken him out to celebrate. Once past a certain point, neither Sarah nor I had expected him to make it over here for dinner. But he did, and we enjoyed quite a sparky evening together as a result.

Coffee in town was the order of the morning after, although it seemed to make little difference to either of them. Sarah is perpetually perky. Forrest remained stubbornly unperky.

I needed to extract revenge after Forrest tagged me as this parent. A little near to the knuckle my son!