Sunday, February 15
Mmmm, Being Drunk
No, I'm not drunk right now, although I'm guessing that there's still a load of alcohol flowing around my system from last night. I got smashed. Oh boy did I get smashed.
It started with the last class of my week. I wasn't drinking whilst I was there (what do you take me for?!), but I did start pretty soon after. The class didn't finish until 6, and I had to be at Westminster Pier by 8 for this Boat Party organised by the King's Law Society. This meant that I didn't really have time to get back home (40ish minutes away), change, eat and get back to the pier in time, so I had organised a little earlier in the week to go to a mate's house after the class, grab some dinner there and get changed as well.
Cue the beginning of the drinking. We had a beer at his house whilst eating this munch soup that he had made before. Oh, how I wish that I could cook that well. Anyway, we then made it back to the pier, got cold whilst waiting for the boat, and boarded it.
Loads of fit birds, sweet Jesus. My eyes were out on stalks for a hell of a lot of the night. It was a Valentine's Party, and yet I still didn't pull. Meh. To be honest, I really, really wasn't even trying. Couldn't see the point, and it meant more time away from the bar, which is A Bad Thing.
I, needless to say, got quite, quite drunk, and I had an amazing time. I was chatting to this friend / acquaintance of mine, Dannielle, for a little while, although on looking back at it, I reckon I must have done my usual drunken thing of talking at her, rambling all over the place, and talking very loudly. Ahh well, I don't see her that often.
Oh, and I wish that fucking Aimee would stop coming over and talking to me. Not just on Friday night, but forever. She's so fucking annoying! She has this really loud foghorn voice, and never shuts up. Grrr, and I think that she thinks I like her. Yeah, right. The problem is that I don't have the heart to say to her "Look, just fuck off alright?" I'm too nice a guy, you see...
After we left the boat, we headed back towards Kings to go to Phase, the legendary (ahem) Friday night at the King's Student Union. Cheap alcohol and cheesy, cheesy music makes it a must. Well, if you're cool enough to go, that is... I was absolutely smashed when I got there, judging by the accounts of a few of my housemates who I was meeting there. I rule.
I've never danced so much in my life, I swear. No idea why I was particularly in the mood for dancing, unless I was actually very, very drunk. Which I undoubtedly was. And to fucking cheesy music too, what the hell was that about?! Usually I have some taste when it comes to what I dance to. But then again, I don't really dance unless I'm drunk, so that theory kinda goes out the window.
Anyway, I'm getting bored of typing, so I'll leave it at that. Suffice it to say that I slept through most of my hangover, but I was very disappointed to wake up to an empty wallet. I could have sworn that I had at least one note left in there last night. I guess I MUST have been drunk...