ROSEMARY ABBOTT | Culture
GHOSTS OF A DOUBLE BROWN PAST
Matt Yates, 34, was thrown a curveball this morning.
The father of two, devoted husband to Nicola, did his usual morning routine of chasing kids around the house and attempting to enjoy a cup of cold coffee.
While his life seemed just as happy-go-lucky as he is, Matt’s Facebook Memories from 2008 projected a different kind of person.
“‘Oh ffs” he muttered, seeing a photo on his timeline where he was blind drunk at a party with people he hasn’t really heard from in over a decade now.
“I look like a full grown baby who just discovered the alcohol aisle at Pak n Save,” Matt muttered, cringing so hard that he almost pulled a neck muscle, while simultaneously wondering who the guy is he has his arm around.
“What was I even thinking back then? Probably something like, ‘This Double Brown is going to make me the life of the party,’ when really, it just made me the life of a 3-day hangover.”
Nicola, overhearing her husband’s lament, peered over his shoulder. “Oh my god. Is that you?” she asked, half-amused, half-shocked.
Matt let out a defeated sigh. “Yep. That’s me. Baby-faced, bad haircut, and way too much enthusiasm for cheap beer.”
More to come.
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