who you gonna call?
Feb. 24th, 2007 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolFirst, a sombre note; I have recieved a couple of text messages and a phone call from my mother enquiring if I was involved in the train crash that took place in Cumbria. I, fairly obviously, was not, as I've plumped for staying in Fife Park for the weekend and for taking as much free food at DRA as I can physically consume.
Also, er, I went out drinking last night.
The thing is, I feel rotten. It's not a hangover (that was awful, but I'm subduing it with paracetamol) but I appear to be rotten with cold, which is fairly miserable but something I can cope with. I've been ill since yesterday, which is fun as you can imagine. I got quite angry in Divinity - not intentionally, I just realised that everyone else in teh class had been taken in by propaganda and it was still being taught as though it was truth and I sort of starting quoting stuff from history. I don't think I'm popular in that class at all.
I also saw Gordon Brown. For three seconds. I also saw the worst-organisd protest I've ever seen in my life. How disappointing.
However, yesterday evening was much more fun. We tramped out happy way over the DRA bistro for our free grub, which was plentiful and tasty, and more importantly we got to fill our plates with leftovers from Gordon's visit. He didn't stay for lunch, so we turned up just as they were taking out all the plates of buffet food and told us to have fun. I did. Free food that you don't have to wash up is the best food. The evening evolved into a bottle of wine and getting ready to go out to the Bop.
Ah, the Bop. I haven't been to the Bop properly for a while, but I had such a good time. I put far too much effort into getting ready to go out, drank wine and tramped out to the Union. Instead of heading into the Bop and drinkin too much, we began by drinking too much and dancing. Er. On the dance machine.
Er.
Yeah, I had a lot of wine before I left the house.
It was at about this time that High Lord President etc etc Phil turned up to ask me if I could be there for pretty much all the Doctor Who marathon we're having on Wednesday. I agreed to this, before dying of shame. Why does he always manage to turn up just as I'm making a real tit of myself?
Moving on from that, we went to dance like normal people in the Bop, which was fabulous fun. I drank far, far too much and spent too much money and had a brilliant time. I danced all night (except when I was frantically trying to fix my corset; dancing too enthusiastically makes the hooks open, which is a Bad Thing) with various people. Sarah brought a friend along and promptly abandoned her to the dubious mercy of Katie and I, but in the end we all got along really well and spent ten minutes dancing to 'Bat out of Hell' which should say a lot about the quality of music at the Bop. I spent far too long giggling about the fact that I had cleaned the toilets that morning and now I was using them. Oh dear.
Lots of wine, lots of vodka and a cider, how the hell am I currently stil alive?
And in the end of it all, I staggered onto the kNight Bus (spelling deliberate - to quote the poster 'Okay, we blatently ripped it off from quite a famous book, but we're giving you a free lift home') and eventually wandered into my house and fell into bed, where I stayed for several hours, waking up only to down a pint of water and some paracetamol to help the blossoming headache.
This morning was good fun too. We all tried to cope with our varying levels of hangover with a fry-up; we are now out of eggs, beans, mushrooms and bread, but it was completely worth it, especially as we were probably all still drunk whilst trying to make this bloody fry-up. We had the radio on the background, and danced around to the Ghostbusters theme tune with the remainder of our make-up and night-before hair.
More weekends should start like this.
Now I am bone-shatteringly tired, and I have to do lots of reading and work and sort out my folders because tomorrow I start on essays. But last night was totally worth it.
(For those that care, yes, we're all still freezing to death. Lots of time being spent in the kitchen in general, because we can put our electric oven on. Showering a difficult job, though, with an average of ten minutes luke-warm water per hour. Argh!)
Also, er, I went out drinking last night.
The thing is, I feel rotten. It's not a hangover (that was awful, but I'm subduing it with paracetamol) but I appear to be rotten with cold, which is fairly miserable but something I can cope with. I've been ill since yesterday, which is fun as you can imagine. I got quite angry in Divinity - not intentionally, I just realised that everyone else in teh class had been taken in by propaganda and it was still being taught as though it was truth and I sort of starting quoting stuff from history. I don't think I'm popular in that class at all.
I also saw Gordon Brown. For three seconds. I also saw the worst-organisd protest I've ever seen in my life. How disappointing.
However, yesterday evening was much more fun. We tramped out happy way over the DRA bistro for our free grub, which was plentiful and tasty, and more importantly we got to fill our plates with leftovers from Gordon's visit. He didn't stay for lunch, so we turned up just as they were taking out all the plates of buffet food and told us to have fun. I did. Free food that you don't have to wash up is the best food. The evening evolved into a bottle of wine and getting ready to go out to the Bop.
Ah, the Bop. I haven't been to the Bop properly for a while, but I had such a good time. I put far too much effort into getting ready to go out, drank wine and tramped out to the Union. Instead of heading into the Bop and drinkin too much, we began by drinking too much and dancing. Er. On the dance machine.
Er.
Yeah, I had a lot of wine before I left the house.
It was at about this time that High Lord President etc etc Phil turned up to ask me if I could be there for pretty much all the Doctor Who marathon we're having on Wednesday. I agreed to this, before dying of shame. Why does he always manage to turn up just as I'm making a real tit of myself?
Moving on from that, we went to dance like normal people in the Bop, which was fabulous fun. I drank far, far too much and spent too much money and had a brilliant time. I danced all night (except when I was frantically trying to fix my corset; dancing too enthusiastically makes the hooks open, which is a Bad Thing) with various people. Sarah brought a friend along and promptly abandoned her to the dubious mercy of Katie and I, but in the end we all got along really well and spent ten minutes dancing to 'Bat out of Hell' which should say a lot about the quality of music at the Bop. I spent far too long giggling about the fact that I had cleaned the toilets that morning and now I was using them. Oh dear.
Lots of wine, lots of vodka and a cider, how the hell am I currently stil alive?
And in the end of it all, I staggered onto the kNight Bus (spelling deliberate - to quote the poster 'Okay, we blatently ripped it off from quite a famous book, but we're giving you a free lift home') and eventually wandered into my house and fell into bed, where I stayed for several hours, waking up only to down a pint of water and some paracetamol to help the blossoming headache.
This morning was good fun too. We all tried to cope with our varying levels of hangover with a fry-up; we are now out of eggs, beans, mushrooms and bread, but it was completely worth it, especially as we were probably all still drunk whilst trying to make this bloody fry-up. We had the radio on the background, and danced around to the Ghostbusters theme tune with the remainder of our make-up and night-before hair.
More weekends should start like this.
Now I am bone-shatteringly tired, and I have to do lots of reading and work and sort out my folders because tomorrow I start on essays. But last night was totally worth it.
(For those that care, yes, we're all still freezing to death. Lots of time being spent in the kitchen in general, because we can put our electric oven on. Showering a difficult job, though, with an average of ten minutes luke-warm water per hour. Argh!)
