Welke Taal Spreek Je?...I Speak Wine

I don't know what it's like in your part of the world, but here in Flanders it's hot enough to boil a monkeys bum! Traditionally, my usual part of the world, the Herts/Essex border, has around 2 weeks of really good non-stop sunny weather and then it's a case of suck it and see. I've noticed a similar trend in Belgium. But while it's here you have to enjoy it and so last Friday evening we visited family just up the road and I did what the English do best, drunk copious amounts of alcohol whilst basking in the sun.
Alcohol does strange things to a person. It can affect your balance, make you happy, make you sad and it makes some people angry. But it does even stranger things to me because I heard the next day that I was apparently talking Dutch like a native! I'm not sure how to react to this news, I like to think that a few glasses of Spanish Red loosened my tongue and my reserve enough to speak without worrying about infinitief or perfectum. But at the same time it's worth noting that the people I was talking to were also a tad tipsy and I could have been talking complete gibberish and they would have still understood me!