Fook...
Sambuca is evil.
As are traffic light shots.
And people buying you drinks all night.
I don't even remember wtf happened last night. Which means I was well and truely wankered.
Remember chatting to some blokes playing pool whilst trying to figure out where someone had gone. Then whining that Kirk had gone to bed without giving me a hug first.
Then next thing I know I'm in the park, getting soaking wet and listening to music on my phone whilst trying to dance... On my feet and not the floor.
Then I'm having an argument at my back door about the stairs.
Then I'm on mums bed rabbiting on about how Sambuca is nasty and I don't like it and never want to drink it again, but I'm honestly alright because I got walked to the door and made sure I was ok and was going to be checked on tomorrow and I never wanted to drink Traffic lights again, but I won't be again and I'm really sorry for getting drunk but I didn't realise I would with that lot.
But, I wake up 4 hours later with no hangover.
And I checked my phone...
Now I know how people feel the next day when they've read the texts they don't remember sending.
I had trouble decifering it. And havn't a clue what I was on about, and don't remember sending it.
I fooking hate Sambuca.
As are traffic light shots.
And people buying you drinks all night.
I don't even remember wtf happened last night. Which means I was well and truely wankered.
Remember chatting to some blokes playing pool whilst trying to figure out where someone had gone. Then whining that Kirk had gone to bed without giving me a hug first.
Then next thing I know I'm in the park, getting soaking wet and listening to music on my phone whilst trying to dance... On my feet and not the floor.
Then I'm having an argument at my back door about the stairs.
Then I'm on mums bed rabbiting on about how Sambuca is nasty and I don't like it and never want to drink it again, but I'm honestly alright because I got walked to the door and made sure I was ok and was going to be checked on tomorrow and I never wanted to drink Traffic lights again, but I won't be again and I'm really sorry for getting drunk but I didn't realise I would with that lot.
But, I wake up 4 hours later with no hangover.
And I checked my phone...
Now I know how people feel the next day when they've read the texts they don't remember sending.
I had trouble decifering it. And havn't a clue what I was on about, and don't remember sending it.
I fooking hate Sambuca.