Never again...
I got in at 9:20, with vodka and coke all down the front of me and in my hair (Thanks Chris) and I could hear my mum walking about upstairs, me being the quick thinker I am after 9 hours of non-stop drinking thinks to myself "I'll just jump into the office and stick my pj's on and pretend I've been in for hours". Now, this plan would have worked out just fine if I happened to keep a spare pair of pj's in the office just incase of such an emergency, but i dont so it didnt. I was in the office stripped down to my underwear before I realized this. I thought that maybe I could get away with just sticking my top on and running (not easy in my condition at the time) up the stairs dressed the way i was, she would never notice shes running on, like, no sleep. So I get half way up the stairs and she comes bursting out the bathroom all flailing arms and massive eyes "Where the hell have you been?", "What have you been drinking?", "I'll be talking to Pauls mother about this!" then she looked at me, "*pause* *gasp* WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES!?" I decided that that would be the best time to launch into my drunk-sober act. "Mum..*dry heave*..Listen...What are you talking about? *cough* I've been in for hours, I just went downstairs to get a gl- *PUKE*..uh, sorry." Hoho, she was not pleased. I looked up at her, got up off the stairs and went to my bed leaving her to clean up my mess.
So, I'll be seeing you all at Christmas then (Y).
So, I'll be seeing you all at Christmas then (Y).