Wednesday, May 21
You Absolute Fucking Bastard!
You absolute fucking bastard! You absolute fucking bastard! You absolute fucking bastard!
Ok, so I was in Propaganda last night, enjoying myself a whole lot. I had about 4 different groups of friends there, so I was chatting to everyone and anyone between going to the bar and drinking. I was up dancing for a while, and was even working my way towards pulling this girl, when the worst thing ever happened. For once, it wasn't even my fault. I didn't even injure myself or anything.
Nope, I was vomited on.
I sat down on one of the sofas to chat with a couple of my friends, and there was this really drunk guy sitting there too. I kind of recognised him, a friend of a friend of a friend I think, but didn't speak to him, mainly because he looked fairly paralytic. He was lolling about all over the place, completely wasted. A couple of minutes later, i felt this wet patch on my arm. I thought it was just a drink spilt on it or something, but when i pulled my sleeve round to look at it, I knew it was sick. And all down my side as well. Not good, especially since I was wearing a white shirt. And one of my favourite white shirts at that.
I dashed to the loo, and began to wash it under the tap. The toilet attendat suggested i took it off to clean it fully, so there I was, half-naked in the middle of the toilets, washing my shirt under a sink. It's actually quite comical, looking back on it, but I definitely wasn't finding it funny then. I gave the toilet attendant my ticket for the cloakroom, and he brought back my jacket. I put that on, wringed out the shirt as best I could and stuffed it in my pocket. That was when I decided to leave. It was already 2.30, I couldn't be arsed walking around a really hot club in a huge, zipped-up leather jacket, and my mate Chris was ready to leave, so we thought bugger it.
I'd completely and utterly sobered up by this point. I do that sometimes. I can be absolutely wasted, then one thing will just completely sober me up. Didn't get rid of the hangover this morning though. I drank some milk when I got back to my halls, surely that should have helped? Might have been the Bacon Double Cheeseburger and Large Fries at Burger King though. Too much salt = dehydration = killer hangover. I'll live though, certainly had worse.
One good thing to come out of last night: we've made a decision to go to Lord's for the first day of the Test Match between England and Zimbabwe. I'm talking cricket for all of you who are confused. All day drinking beer and chanting, followed by the pub for the England football match that evening. Sorted.
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