hathycol | (no subject)

ICON LOVE. Courtesy of

dragonlady7, it represents what may be the pinnacle of my achievements thus far in university.

Oh dear.

As promised, I started drinking last night. Ironically, no form of white wine was actually being drunk, which should tell you a little about the sort of house I live in. Red and pink wine, well, that's a different matter. Determined to piss off John Calvin, I donned a mini-skirt, drank some neat vodka and headed off into the night with Sarah. I wasn't exactly sober, but, well, I wasn't exactly drunk either.

So, you know, I drank some more vodka in the Union. Er, yes. The thing is, the Bop doesn't get busyuntil about midnight and it was only about eleven; to make a long story short, we were dancing. By ourselves. Very badly. I utterly and truly can't dance (well, you know, tap dancing wasn't appropriate), although Sarah is very good, so maybe that balanced things out somewhat. Lots more vodka later, and Bop got busier and we danced more. And with significantly less style.

The night continued, Sarah and I seperated and for a lot of the night, I ended up talking and drinking with John. I have no idea what about, because all the alcohol hit me in a massive wave.

I should quote from the text message I sent to Simon at about 1am:

"I am SO DRUNK echoaiog with yelpe john tankling about toorbhwozd. Whats that coming over the hill, is it a morter?"

But there was drinking, and dancing, and that was nice, and I did need to go out and get drunk like a silly person. So I did. Going home was a bit of an effort, though; the kNight Bus actually shut its doors and drove away from us, so we had to go and get a taxi. It made complete sense to run for taxis.

At which point, I fell over. Sarah is apparently amazed that I feel no ill-effects from this fall, but it was also very funny.

John Calvin, I think, has the last laugh, though. I am so hungover it's not funny; it actually hurt to clean my teeth this morning because it was shaking my head too much. Argh.

I have lots of work to do. I rather suspect I won't do much of it this evening...