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Oh the shame…
I went out last night with a couple of my housemates and a few other friends as well. Went to a bar in Covent Garden that does great cocktails and proceeded to drink quite a bit. I have never been so drunk in my entire life. Seriously, I was disgraceful. I woke up this morning not only bruised (more on that later) and hungover as fuck but also absolutely mortified - and that was before MH had filled me in on some of the other details that I had blanked out.
I was standing in the kitchen this morning breathing very gently and sipping some water when MH walked in, took one look at my face and started laughing. Thankfully she stopped when I started whimpering in pain but she then proceeded to help me fill in the blanks…. There were a lot of those and I think I know why…
You would think that by now I would know not to mix my drinks but no, it appears that I don't. A combination of vodka, shots & Bellini's on an empty stomach can never be good and I'm (not really) happy to say that I have proved that theory right.
When I was 18 / 19 this behaviour, while still not acceptable, was a little more tolerable but by my age I really should (and normally do) know better. Drunk women are very unattractive. My one consolation is that I didn't throw up - if I had, you wouldn't be getting this post today as I would still be in bed hiding in shame. According to D my falling down the stairs (yep, more on that later too) took them all by surprise because I wasn't slurring my words, I was walking straight and I seriously didn't appear drunk (thank you god) .. And he was sober so he should know. I was even happier then normal and a little louder then usual but nothing to make alarm bells ring… At least I can hold my booze… we have all been emailing this morning trying to work out just how many drinks I had as people kept buying them for me and judging by the numbers that are being thrown around at the moment, I should probably be either dead or getting my stomach pumped right now.
According to MH I was hilarious. There is a difference however between people laughing at you and with you but she assured me that it was (mostly) with me.
Now I have a thing for one liners and double entendres - I love flirty, witty banter but there is a line that I normally will not cross. Last night for some unknown reason the boys and I ended up in a filth contest to see who could say the dirtiest, filthiest thing during one of those conversations and according to MH & the emails that I have had from all the boys this morning, I won hands down. MH wouldn't even tell me what my final line was but the boys weren't so thoughtful. I still cannot believe that that came out of my mouth and I will not be posting the comment here but my mouth and mind need to be washed out with soap. In the context of the conversation though, it was fucking funny.
I also have 2 new numbers in my phone this morning - one is called 'Irish Guy' and the other is simply 'Trouble' … I have had texts from both of them this morning which is nice but oddly embarrassing. I have no clue what their actual names are and I have no recollection of Trouble whatsoever but I do remember what Irish Guy looked like because I was standing at the bar when I met him and a very long conversation about shots ensued. That conversation culminated in him choosing his 3 fave shots for us to try and me picking my 3 fave shots for us to try. I don't remember what his were but one of them tasted like warm apple pie (no need to go there as I seem to recall we had that conversation at the time) and then the time space continuum lapses again and I have no idea what happened from there.
The bruising is a result of my walking into a table (hey, it was dark in there) and falling down some stairs (cringe). My friends were the only ones who witnessed that thank god but that’s bad enough. We were up on the second level of this bar and when you come down stairs you get halfway down then it turns a corner and you go down the second half, apparently when we were going home I got to the 4th last stair of that first half and decided that that was the last stair and proceeded to plant myself face first into the little landing type thing. My friends were all frozen in horror and I'm told it sounded very painful however after I stopped laughing I picked myself up, brushed myself off, said 'Oh my goodness - how embarrassing!' and proceeded down the stairs.
Someone kill me now…..
I went out last night with a couple of my housemates and a few other friends as well. Went to a bar in Covent Garden that does great cocktails and proceeded to drink quite a bit. I have never been so drunk in my entire life. Seriously, I was disgraceful. I woke up this morning not only bruised (more on that later) and hungover as fuck but also absolutely mortified - and that was before MH had filled me in on some of the other details that I had blanked out.
I was standing in the kitchen this morning breathing very gently and sipping some water when MH walked in, took one look at my face and started laughing. Thankfully she stopped when I started whimpering in pain but she then proceeded to help me fill in the blanks…. There were a lot of those and I think I know why…
You would think that by now I would know not to mix my drinks but no, it appears that I don't. A combination of vodka, shots & Bellini's on an empty stomach can never be good and I'm (not really) happy to say that I have proved that theory right.
When I was 18 / 19 this behaviour, while still not acceptable, was a little more tolerable but by my age I really should (and normally do) know better. Drunk women are very unattractive. My one consolation is that I didn't throw up - if I had, you wouldn't be getting this post today as I would still be in bed hiding in shame. According to D my falling down the stairs (yep, more on that later too) took them all by surprise because I wasn't slurring my words, I was walking straight and I seriously didn't appear drunk (thank you god) .. And he was sober so he should know. I was even happier then normal and a little louder then usual but nothing to make alarm bells ring… At least I can hold my booze… we have all been emailing this morning trying to work out just how many drinks I had as people kept buying them for me and judging by the numbers that are being thrown around at the moment, I should probably be either dead or getting my stomach pumped right now.
According to MH I was hilarious. There is a difference however between people laughing at you and with you but she assured me that it was (mostly) with me.
Now I have a thing for one liners and double entendres - I love flirty, witty banter but there is a line that I normally will not cross. Last night for some unknown reason the boys and I ended up in a filth contest to see who could say the dirtiest, filthiest thing during one of those conversations and according to MH & the emails that I have had from all the boys this morning, I won hands down. MH wouldn't even tell me what my final line was but the boys weren't so thoughtful. I still cannot believe that that came out of my mouth and I will not be posting the comment here but my mouth and mind need to be washed out with soap. In the context of the conversation though, it was fucking funny.
I also have 2 new numbers in my phone this morning - one is called 'Irish Guy' and the other is simply 'Trouble' … I have had texts from both of them this morning which is nice but oddly embarrassing. I have no clue what their actual names are and I have no recollection of Trouble whatsoever but I do remember what Irish Guy looked like because I was standing at the bar when I met him and a very long conversation about shots ensued. That conversation culminated in him choosing his 3 fave shots for us to try and me picking my 3 fave shots for us to try. I don't remember what his were but one of them tasted like warm apple pie (no need to go there as I seem to recall we had that conversation at the time) and then the time space continuum lapses again and I have no idea what happened from there.
The bruising is a result of my walking into a table (hey, it was dark in there) and falling down some stairs (cringe). My friends were the only ones who witnessed that thank god but that’s bad enough. We were up on the second level of this bar and when you come down stairs you get halfway down then it turns a corner and you go down the second half, apparently when we were going home I got to the 4th last stair of that first half and decided that that was the last stair and proceeded to plant myself face first into the little landing type thing. My friends were all frozen in horror and I'm told it sounded very painful however after I stopped laughing I picked myself up, brushed myself off, said 'Oh my goodness - how embarrassing!' and proceeded down the stairs.
Someone kill me now…..
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