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Mar. 2nd, 2008 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThis weekend has improved on what I am going to term The Pig Of A Week. Everyone seemed to have a crappy week, so quite frankly I hope that we're all going to have a better one next week.
Anyway, as befits a Friday night, I went out on the DocSoc pub crawl. Unfortunately, it was the night of the DRA ball, the vast sweeping majority of the committee were ill/unexpectedly called away/had work early the next day, and also the weather was every so slightly apocalyptic.
As such, six of us took on the pubs of St Andrews. Well. They Whey Pat and the Union, as we all made the executive decision that it was cold, wet, and we were all skint.
In the end though, I had a rather enjoyable night. Iain, Sascha and I all hit AltSoc at about 10.30pm, where there was the committee, us and, er, that was it. It says a lot, though, that the president bounded up the stairs at about eleven and declared, victoriously, that they had more people than all of the Bop at the time.
However, things perked up and I spent far too much of my evening dancing with entirely random people. I also did not throw up or mix my drinks, and the only mildly foolish thing I did was drink tequila and even that was in moderation. I drank pints of water between my alcoholic drinks! I was a wee bit hungover on Saturday, but only in the 'I need some water and about six hours more sleep' kind of way. THIS IS HOW A NIGHT OUT SHOULD BE.
Yesterday was written off a bit in the working way of things, but I did clean the house, which is something. Today, as a result of having admitted defeat and going to bed at 10pm, I've actually been rather productive. I've read all my stuff for next week's Scottish history course and caught up on all the reading I haven't done for the past two weeks, and after writing this I'm going to have a sandwich and get on with applications for exciting Summer Posts that I have no hope of getting, but I'm looking on the exercise of writing application forms as a vital one for later life. And then it's a case of sorting out reading for my Henry VIII and then tomorrow can be filled with exciting essay research and positivity.
Finally, happy Mother's Day to everyone who it applies to, etc, etc. As tradition, I sent a card and tonight will phone and apologise for the fact I am skint and can't afford to send a present.
Mmm, sandwich time.
Anyway, as befits a Friday night, I went out on the DocSoc pub crawl. Unfortunately, it was the night of the DRA ball, the vast sweeping majority of the committee were ill/unexpectedly called away/had work early the next day, and also the weather was every so slightly apocalyptic.
As such, six of us took on the pubs of St Andrews. Well. They Whey Pat and the Union, as we all made the executive decision that it was cold, wet, and we were all skint.
In the end though, I had a rather enjoyable night. Iain, Sascha and I all hit AltSoc at about 10.30pm, where there was the committee, us and, er, that was it. It says a lot, though, that the president bounded up the stairs at about eleven and declared, victoriously, that they had more people than all of the Bop at the time.
However, things perked up and I spent far too much of my evening dancing with entirely random people. I also did not throw up or mix my drinks, and the only mildly foolish thing I did was drink tequila and even that was in moderation. I drank pints of water between my alcoholic drinks! I was a wee bit hungover on Saturday, but only in the 'I need some water and about six hours more sleep' kind of way. THIS IS HOW A NIGHT OUT SHOULD BE.
Yesterday was written off a bit in the working way of things, but I did clean the house, which is something. Today, as a result of having admitted defeat and going to bed at 10pm, I've actually been rather productive. I've read all my stuff for next week's Scottish history course and caught up on all the reading I haven't done for the past two weeks, and after writing this I'm going to have a sandwich and get on with applications for exciting Summer Posts that I have no hope of getting, but I'm looking on the exercise of writing application forms as a vital one for later life. And then it's a case of sorting out reading for my Henry VIII and then tomorrow can be filled with exciting essay research and positivity.
Finally, happy Mother's Day to everyone who it applies to, etc, etc. As tradition, I sent a card and tonight will phone and apologise for the fact I am skint and can't afford to send a present.
Mmm, sandwich time.
