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hathycolThe above is quite possibly the world's most accurate drunken toast EVER.
As mentioned, yesterday I went out and got completely and utterly plastered, to the extent of "holy shit NOT AGAIN" the next morning. Which would be today.
Let's try and talk about the evening. It was Jess's birthday, so we all wandered out to the pub and waited for her and the others to turn up. In the meanwhile, it was Dobbin, Danny, Phil and Phil's Bird (Harriet? Possibly?) and moi, perched around a table and quietly drinking.
You'd think by now I'd recognise the pattern. High heels+the Buck+double vodkas=Colleen rolling around on the floor. You'd think I'd drink something else, ferchrissakes. Still, no. When Jess turned up with Gemma, John and Day int one, I was happily drunk. I can, if need be, go a night without touching a drop of alcohol and have a fabulous night. Once I start drinking, however, I don't stop. So I was very, very, very drunk by the end of the night. It was a really nice night, though. We even got champagne, hence the rather fabulous header to the post. Jess even got her birthday drink, although it's quite alarming what blue aftershock will do to tequila.
And yes, I was completely and utterly drunk. Scarily so, unfortunately, but on the bright side I was entertaining, or so I'm told. I think I've broken my shoe, unfortunately - the pr0n boots were short-lived, but then, they cost me £15. I also lost a lot of time in the middle which only a recent conversation with Day remedied. ("We went to get pizza? Really?") I'm also very much terrified that I've said something really silly to Clare, who I did speak to last night, and I vaguely remember. I've texted her apologising just in case, and I am very worried by the fact she hasn't texted me back. Argle. *panics*
You know what? I need to give up alcohol, properly. If I can't be sensible with it, then I really should just stop before I do something stupid. Really, really should.
That, and I'm so hungover that I'm in physical pain. I've been awake since about 6 this morning since I can't sleep. Frankly enough, I would feel better if I'd actually been sick. Alas, no. I've eaten very little today, a day which spent with a girl I went to school with and haven't seen for a very long time. She probably thinks I'm a raging alcoholic. Maybe I am?
Blah blah blah. Good night, rubbish morning.
~Hathy_Col~
As mentioned, yesterday I went out and got completely and utterly plastered, to the extent of "holy shit NOT AGAIN" the next morning. Which would be today.
Let's try and talk about the evening. It was Jess's birthday, so we all wandered out to the pub and waited for her and the others to turn up. In the meanwhile, it was Dobbin, Danny, Phil and Phil's Bird (Harriet? Possibly?) and moi, perched around a table and quietly drinking.
You'd think by now I'd recognise the pattern. High heels+the Buck+double vodkas=Colleen rolling around on the floor. You'd think I'd drink something else, ferchrissakes. Still, no. When Jess turned up with Gemma, John and Day int one, I was happily drunk. I can, if need be, go a night without touching a drop of alcohol and have a fabulous night. Once I start drinking, however, I don't stop. So I was very, very, very drunk by the end of the night. It was a really nice night, though. We even got champagne, hence the rather fabulous header to the post. Jess even got her birthday drink, although it's quite alarming what blue aftershock will do to tequila.
And yes, I was completely and utterly drunk. Scarily so, unfortunately, but on the bright side I was entertaining, or so I'm told. I think I've broken my shoe, unfortunately - the pr0n boots were short-lived, but then, they cost me £15. I also lost a lot of time in the middle which only a recent conversation with Day remedied. ("We went to get pizza? Really?") I'm also very much terrified that I've said something really silly to Clare, who I did speak to last night, and I vaguely remember. I've texted her apologising just in case, and I am very worried by the fact she hasn't texted me back. Argle. *panics*
You know what? I need to give up alcohol, properly. If I can't be sensible with it, then I really should just stop before I do something stupid. Really, really should.
That, and I'm so hungover that I'm in physical pain. I've been awake since about 6 this morning since I can't sleep. Frankly enough, I would feel better if I'd actually been sick. Alas, no. I've eaten very little today, a day which spent with a girl I went to school with and haven't seen for a very long time. She probably thinks I'm a raging alcoholic. Maybe I am?
Blah blah blah. Good night, rubbish morning.
~Hathy_Col~
