Buggar Alle This For A Larke.
May. 8th, 2004 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAfter yesterday's post, I feel it's worth pointing something out: I am a complete and utter lightweight. Give me perhaps two shots worth of anything and I get this amazing fuzzy feeling and all I want to do it giggle at people.
However, I sobered up rapidly, owing to my cup of tea and large food intake. I went to Guides, which was Utterly Crap, and then I got a phone call from Jess.
"COLLEEN! Come to the pub!"
"No. I'm tired and have had a hellish night, and I have to be at work at 10.00am."
"Oh, you're so BORING!"
By this point, Day grabs the phone. "I've been drinking for SEVEN HOURS!"
"Oh, for fucks sake."
I am one of life's natural drunksitters. I will shamelessly take advantage of people who are drunk (see earlier posts re: Lorna) but at the same time, I'm the one who stays alive and awake enough to make sure that everyone is in a taxi, knows their own address, and hasn't done anything really stupid. To make the point: the last time I wasn't there, someone broke an arm and someone else was that drunk they fell over in the middle of a main road. We're at the age that alcohol is wonderfully appealing and only just become a viable option without the second we go near a bottle it being taken off us by a swooping barmaid.
Anyway. I felt it was my duty to go. I put on vageuly presentable clothes, decided that hey, I may as well apply some make-up (gasp!) and then wandered out to the Horseshoe. One thing I know very well is the pubs of Ormskirk, from a. living here for all my life, b. having a father who's been in all of them all of his life and c. being taken into thewm by aforementioned father. So, off I toddled to the Horseshow, to be presented with a warzone. There was a complex love triangle with Danny The Welsh Mongolian, Dobbin The Mule, Holly from thier mutual work, and then it was made worse by my turning up and Holly declaring she was bi and my it's fun to be me at times.
Everyone was also thoroughly sloshed. Feeling somewhat left out, I decided it was high time for a double vodka and orange. Which I downed fairly swiftly, I'll admit. Did I mention I was a lightweight? I was fine when it came to sorted out Dobbin's head (he fell over. Honestly) and then needed another drink to get rid of the horrible mental image of Jess and Hamster Dave. *shudders* Then we went the Plough, whiskey was involved, and then it was last orders.
Sensibly, I decided to wander home. Parents laughed uproarusly at me. I'm such a total and utter... DANIEL! That's the only comparison. But my parents really did giggle. And this morning were very cruel, talking loudly at me and reminding me of the rather stupid things I said when I got home. I only muddled up my words, nothing worse!
Did feel rather ill this morning, though. Paracetamol was downed, Homebase was slandered, and breakfast was skipped because the idea made me feel ill. I felt marginally better after my break, and even got a bit cheerful as I was supposed to be going to see Van Helsing with Jess tonight. I know it's getting slated, but I was looking forward to it. I get out of work, and I find out that Jess has decided not to go because she had a lot of art work to do.
Well, fair enough, I understand that the work needs doing, but honestly. You could say that I'm a bit pissed off, but Im actually a lot pissed off. She knew she had the work to do for Tuesday, and I'm thoroughly annoyed that she decided this morning that she didn't have the time, rather than telling me beforehand when she also knew she had a lot to do.
And now I feel all grotty and slightly ill again, so I am going to go upstairs and watch The Matrix, which I got the video of cheap for Woolworths. I am also going to eat copious amounts of Maltesers and drink tea.
And as I've just seen a photo taken by Day of me and a few other people sitting in Ormskirk town centre on the floor from last night, now is a time to definitely by conspicuous by the absence.
~Hathy_Col~
However, I sobered up rapidly, owing to my cup of tea and large food intake. I went to Guides, which was Utterly Crap, and then I got a phone call from Jess.
"COLLEEN! Come to the pub!"
"No. I'm tired and have had a hellish night, and I have to be at work at 10.00am."
"Oh, you're so BORING!"
By this point, Day grabs the phone. "I've been drinking for SEVEN HOURS!"
"Oh, for fucks sake."
I am one of life's natural drunksitters. I will shamelessly take advantage of people who are drunk (see earlier posts re: Lorna) but at the same time, I'm the one who stays alive and awake enough to make sure that everyone is in a taxi, knows their own address, and hasn't done anything really stupid. To make the point: the last time I wasn't there, someone broke an arm and someone else was that drunk they fell over in the middle of a main road. We're at the age that alcohol is wonderfully appealing and only just become a viable option without the second we go near a bottle it being taken off us by a swooping barmaid.
Anyway. I felt it was my duty to go. I put on vageuly presentable clothes, decided that hey, I may as well apply some make-up (gasp!) and then wandered out to the Horseshoe. One thing I know very well is the pubs of Ormskirk, from a. living here for all my life, b. having a father who's been in all of them all of his life and c. being taken into thewm by aforementioned father. So, off I toddled to the Horseshow, to be presented with a warzone. There was a complex love triangle with Danny The Welsh Mongolian, Dobbin The Mule, Holly from thier mutual work, and then it was made worse by my turning up and Holly declaring she was bi and my it's fun to be me at times.
Everyone was also thoroughly sloshed. Feeling somewhat left out, I decided it was high time for a double vodka and orange. Which I downed fairly swiftly, I'll admit. Did I mention I was a lightweight? I was fine when it came to sorted out Dobbin's head (he fell over. Honestly) and then needed another drink to get rid of the horrible mental image of Jess and Hamster Dave. *shudders* Then we went the Plough, whiskey was involved, and then it was last orders.
Sensibly, I decided to wander home. Parents laughed uproarusly at me. I'm such a total and utter... DANIEL! That's the only comparison. But my parents really did giggle. And this morning were very cruel, talking loudly at me and reminding me of the rather stupid things I said when I got home. I only muddled up my words, nothing worse!
Did feel rather ill this morning, though. Paracetamol was downed, Homebase was slandered, and breakfast was skipped because the idea made me feel ill. I felt marginally better after my break, and even got a bit cheerful as I was supposed to be going to see Van Helsing with Jess tonight. I know it's getting slated, but I was looking forward to it. I get out of work, and I find out that Jess has decided not to go because she had a lot of art work to do.
Well, fair enough, I understand that the work needs doing, but honestly. You could say that I'm a bit pissed off, but Im actually a lot pissed off. She knew she had the work to do for Tuesday, and I'm thoroughly annoyed that she decided this morning that she didn't have the time, rather than telling me beforehand when she also knew she had a lot to do.
And now I feel all grotty and slightly ill again, so I am going to go upstairs and watch The Matrix, which I got the video of cheap for Woolworths. I am also going to eat copious amounts of Maltesers and drink tea.
And as I've just seen a photo taken by Day of me and a few other people sitting in Ormskirk town centre on the floor from last night, now is a time to definitely by conspicuous by the absence.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-05-08 12:39 pm (UTC)I'd go and see Van H with you, sweetie. But i live up here...
ps - You are cute when you are hungover! Do it more!
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Date: 2004-05-08 03:17 pm (UTC)In other news, "Daniel" is the latest fannish adjective to enter my personal vernacular, bless his cheap-date heart.