Sunday and Monday were not proud days on the healthy living front, what with my festival of duck and tequila cocktail competition with lots of blobs of yummy stuff on corn chips.
I was feeling pretty ordinary by Tuesday morning from all the alcohol-infused fat and resolved to go on a health kick until Christmas.
That lasted 24 hours … then I went to a working lunch at Bar Patron by Rockpool.
It’s the only one of its kind in the world – a restaurant/bar with Patron-themed decor and drinks.
It’s also not where I thought it was – I turned up at the joint where they held the Patron Perfectionists cocktail competition to discover tumbleweeds.
It turns out Bar Patron is down at Circular Quay with a nice view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
I was there as the guest of the Aussie head of Patron … who also happens to be a local school dad, as my world is too small.
I tried to be a model of restraint and requested a Diet Coke, but he promptly ordered a round of Palomas for the table.
I know, I know, I could have said no. But saying no isn’t my strength.
And Palomas are DELICIOUS. They contain Patron Reposado Tequila, fresh lime juice and grapefruit soda. Mmmmmmm.
Then he ordered a round of classic margaritas.
He teamed the booze with evil goodness that included fish tacos and zucchini flower tacos … both in deep fried form.
My heartburn kicked in around 2.30pm.
Our host suggested a round of vintage Patron shots for dessert – ooooh vintage tequila – but fortunately everyone else at the table was better at saying no than me and declined.
As for the conversation that ensued after two cocktails … I’m trying to stay zen about the fact I regaled industry big wigs with the tale of me being a judge at Miss Nude Australia, including the bit where I rated women on how well they poured jugs of milk over their bare boobs.
All it took was someone mentioning “Rundle Street, Adelaide” – the location of my Miss Nude Australia experience – and my mouth was off and running.
I’m a dab hand at regaling, especially when sipping cocktails. The bloke beside me was from a posh Champagne company – eeeek – but he seemed to take it in his stride.
And that’s how I ended Hump Day … mortified with reflux … again …
Here are some snaps of what my lunch looked like:
Song of the day: The Champs “Tequila”