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i'm just a sweet transvestite
May. 25th, 2006 03:54 pmLet's not put too fine a point on this: I am still utterly, utterly drunk. I am better than I was when I woke up and went to work and played with dangerous chemicals, but still.
The fact that it is 3.30pm should tell you exactly what sort of night it was. It will also explain if I break LJ via HTML failure or just plain bad spelling.
So. I spent a lot of the afternoon nancing about, cutting up bits of ribbon and trying to find a good costume. I think, possibly, I succeeded. I then fell over on the floor laughing at Mohawk, who spent a lot of time bewailing that he was too thin for his corset. We then cracked open the Cava which the Union had given Mohawk and Katie for engagement, and the night truly began as we all slapped on pale make-up and very dark eyes.
The taxi was... humiliating, to say the least. We were all bundled up in big winter coats, but this didn't stop my wee garter thing being seen, or indeed the copious amounts of fishnet tights. As such, the best thing was to get very, very drunk when we hit the Union. Pitchers seemed the way forward, and so did Apple Sourz, and playing pool whilst not wearing very much.
Then we got into the Bop itself. Now, we were pretty merry by this point so began, you know, dancing. By ourselves. As pretty much the only people in the Bop. We were not wearing a lot - at all - and we seemed to be the only people in costume. Fortunately, other quite naked people turned up, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Union was also doing a drinks promotion for a new type of vodka, Transylvanian Red. For only 75p, you could get a shot, and for £1 it was a vodka and orange. This stuff is also 50% proof. I lost count of how much of it I drank...
The night continued in truly drunken style. Derya and Sarah left, and Katie decided the way forward was to take off her maids dress and just go for it in her underwear.
It was at this point the promotion people turned up. I may have mentioned the hideously alcoholic vodka. Me and Katie were given a bottle, posed in our drunken naked way, and got some free shots out of it. Hurrah! We're not sure, though, what we're promoting, and we have a feeling that come Freshers Week, there will be some stunned freshers embraced into the arms of the Union via mine and Katie's breasts. I have to work there!
People kept on trying to come onto me, at one point kissing my nipples. I thwacked him about the head and demanded a drink in return, but didn't get anything. Lots of people tried to dance with us and got howls of "ENGAGED!" in return. Bless them for trying.
Anyway. I came home, and somehow chipped the back of a tooth by biting down too hard, and desperately spent a lot of time wishing the bed would stop spinning. I had such a good night, though, that is is almost worth the hideous hangover of death which means I'm still in my pajamas and having trouble doing the packing thing.
And what you're all here - pictures of, basically, my breasts.
( give yourself over to absolute pleasure )
Anyway. I'm going back to packing - it's so sad and also how do I have so much crap? - and I might even risk some toast. Maybe. Probably not.
[eta: OMFG. ON THE UNION WEBSITE AND SO VERY DRUNK ON THE PHOTOS AND OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.]
~Hathy_Col~
The fact that it is 3.30pm should tell you exactly what sort of night it was. It will also explain if I break LJ via HTML failure or just plain bad spelling.
So. I spent a lot of the afternoon nancing about, cutting up bits of ribbon and trying to find a good costume. I think, possibly, I succeeded. I then fell over on the floor laughing at Mohawk, who spent a lot of time bewailing that he was too thin for his corset. We then cracked open the Cava which the Union had given Mohawk and Katie for engagement, and the night truly began as we all slapped on pale make-up and very dark eyes.
The taxi was... humiliating, to say the least. We were all bundled up in big winter coats, but this didn't stop my wee garter thing being seen, or indeed the copious amounts of fishnet tights. As such, the best thing was to get very, very drunk when we hit the Union. Pitchers seemed the way forward, and so did Apple Sourz, and playing pool whilst not wearing very much.
Then we got into the Bop itself. Now, we were pretty merry by this point so began, you know, dancing. By ourselves. As pretty much the only people in the Bop. We were not wearing a lot - at all - and we seemed to be the only people in costume. Fortunately, other quite naked people turned up, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Union was also doing a drinks promotion for a new type of vodka, Transylvanian Red. For only 75p, you could get a shot, and for £1 it was a vodka and orange. This stuff is also 50% proof. I lost count of how much of it I drank...
The night continued in truly drunken style. Derya and Sarah left, and Katie decided the way forward was to take off her maids dress and just go for it in her underwear.
It was at this point the promotion people turned up. I may have mentioned the hideously alcoholic vodka. Me and Katie were given a bottle, posed in our drunken naked way, and got some free shots out of it. Hurrah! We're not sure, though, what we're promoting, and we have a feeling that come Freshers Week, there will be some stunned freshers embraced into the arms of the Union via mine and Katie's breasts. I have to work there!
People kept on trying to come onto me, at one point kissing my nipples. I thwacked him about the head and demanded a drink in return, but didn't get anything. Lots of people tried to dance with us and got howls of "ENGAGED!" in return. Bless them for trying.
Anyway. I came home, and somehow chipped the back of a tooth by biting down too hard, and desperately spent a lot of time wishing the bed would stop spinning. I had such a good night, though, that is is almost worth the hideous hangover of death which means I'm still in my pajamas and having trouble doing the packing thing.
And what you're all here - pictures of, basically, my breasts.
( give yourself over to absolute pleasure )
Anyway. I'm going back to packing - it's so sad and also how do I have so much crap? - and I might even risk some toast. Maybe. Probably not.
[eta: OMFG. ON THE UNION WEBSITE AND SO VERY DRUNK ON THE PHOTOS AND OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.]
~Hathy_Col~
