*Groan*

*Groan*

Fri night I went out for drinks with K2…. We started at the cocktail bar, with, funnily enough, cocktails… after several of them we ordered food (we were getting a little bit too happy) and then decided to switch to red wine. A bottle later, we decided to work our way around the block, stopping in at each bar we came across.

Do you know how many bars there are in a block in Covent Garden???????

The second bar we went to was a wine bar. We were a bit over red wine by then, so we ordered a bottle of champagne (very nice champagne it was too, might I add). The next bar we came across was the Walkabout (*groan*) we headed in there and switched to Smirnoff Black Ice (they aren’t as strong over here as they are back home so we had to have extras to make up for that.. apparently…) 4 of them, 2 vodka lime and soda’s and a blue ‘WKD’ (*gag*) later, we headed to the next bar. I don’t know what that place was called, but I do know they do a very nice raspberry daiquiri and a very nice Bellini….

At that point K2 decided to call it a night so we walked... erm... stumbled back up to the tube station, stopping in at the Cornish Pasty shop on the way. I have never eaten from there whilst sober, but I am going to have to go back there to find out if the ‘traditional’ pasty really is as fantastic as it seemed on Friday night, or if that was just the booze working the same magic that it normally reserves for 7-11 pies / hero rolls / hot dogs and 2am kebabs.

Caught the train home (K2 got off at the wrong station to catch her connecting train) and tried to read the Covent Garden magazine but didn’t have a whole lot of luck. Made friends with a homeless guy on the train, gave him some money, told him to take a shower, offered to let him sleep on my couch for the night (He declined… I wonder if he was offended at being told he needed a shower???). Remembered to take my makeup off before I fell into bed (a minor miracle that surely deserves a mention).

Sat morning I woke up in a world of hurt. Swallowed some pills, went back to sleep. Managed to make it out of bed by mid-day and headed into Bond St, got a haircut (more on that another time) and picked up more stockings. I finally got a manicure so perhaps now I won’t ladder so many stockings and then headed to MH & S’s place to get ready for the party.

Got to MH’s place and as I was walking up the stairs, I hear a ‘THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, CLUNK!’ About 5 seconds afterwards I hear S piss herself laughing, MH opens the front door and I just looked at her and said “You just fell over, didn’t you?” She giggled like a school girl. I then spent 20 mins teaching her how to walk in high heels.

She mastered that and I got ready, about then people started turning up. MH, I have to say, looked fantastic as a dirty cop. Every guy I spoke to said that when MH opened the front door to let them in, they all got an instant erection. S was dressed as a pornstar pilot – she’s blonde haired, blue eyed and has huge breasts that were spilling out of her shirt so she was pretty popular too.

The mission of the evening, so I was told, was to get me out of my robe – it took them a fair bit of alcohol (and closing all the windows and turning the heating up) but they did succeed in their mission.

I kept control of S & MH’s cameras all night.

The only picture we have of me was a trade off – I caught one of MH posing on the bed (HA! TOO bloody funny!!!) and she let me keep it on the condition that I posed for one as well – so there is one of me posing on a chair, in profile, head thrown back, back arched etc. That photo is never being seen by anyone other then MH, LH & myself – so don’t bother asking. I don’t even have a copy of it and the only reason it hasn’t been deleted already is that if MH deletes that for me, she gets to delete the one of her on the bed (and that one is just gold – if I can get my hands on a copy of that pic, I could sell it and make a fortune! Hahahahahahaha).

There are a few other pics of me floating around though – I had control of S & MH’s cameras but an awful lot of people have camera’s in their phones and they got pics of me when I wasn’t looking I am told. One of the guys informed me that he got 7 pics of my ass throughout the course of the night… he also got a pic of the look of horror on my face as he said that….

I’m just going to stop thinking about that now.

I spent most of the night handcuffed to various people (it’s a good way to meet people actually – if you are ever stuck for conversation at a party full of people you don’t know, just handcuff yourself to a stranger for a while – it’s an ice-breaker, I assure you). The really great part of the night was when I realised that one of the guys there looked vaguely familiar because in fact, I work with him… I strongly suspect he has some pics of my ass too. Wonderful. *cringe*

Party ended at about 5. I think we left a little before that, I don’t actually know. I was curled up on MH’s bed with D (NO! We weren’t doing anything!) when LH came in and announced that the cab was there and we were almost the last to leave.

Got home, passed out. Woke up very early – about 7 I think, then again at 8 or 8.30, then again at 10 when my dad texted to say he’d call in 10 mins… put him off for an hour… got up, took off my makeup, had a shower, washed my hair and then spoke to mum & dad for an hour, LH & I went back to MH’s for breakfast (pancakes) and then fell asleep on her bed, headed into Bond St for dinner then home. I actually had a really bad headache by that stage to so took some valium and some panadine forte and then passed out.

My fucking phone did not stop all night but I was so out of it from the drugs that I couldn’t quite manage to reply to anyone or even pick it up when it rang… I woke up every single time it went off though as I am a very light sleeper so even though it’s on silent, I still hear it and wake up. I had 14 text messages waiting for me this morning when I got up and 1 missed call (no idea who that was). No fucking wonder I’m tired – that’s 14 times I woke up. I was an hour late to work today too. Oops. Thank goodness my boss is away for the week.