what a wonderful night...
I remember drinking champagne, southern and coke, triple bourban and coke, having everyones left over shooters, talking to my boss about my life long goals and then telling him i can paint a portrait of his wife naked if he pays me. Next thing theres a girl standing in the door of the toilet telling me to put my pants on...its taken her 30 mins to wake me up. She then kicks me out of the club and tells me my night is over and i have to go home... I scream "I HAVE NOTHING!!!" over and over.... I have no bag, no coat, I start to cry. She finds my empty bag on the floor in the toilet next to me, picks up my cards and hands them to me and throws me out the door. I am phoneless, ipodless, moneyless, coatless and its FUCKING FREEZING. I have blanks, i have a flash of walking through the streets of soho with no idea how I get home. Next memory I have is sitting next to a man named Frank on a bus who is insisting he takes me home. Where I met frank is unknown to me, where we caught a bus from is also unknown to me cause there are no buses that go from soho to london bridge. Next memory is kissing frank outside my house - hopefully frank wasn't 80 and disease ridden because potentially he could have been - i have no recollection. Next thing I know I wake up at 10am after i was supposed to be at work at 9am. I stumble downstairs to find a pay phone to call work to let them know I am alive and run into a girl from my work who has been sitting in the stairs waiting for someone to let her in - she was coming to check if i was alive because no one could remember me leaving the club. I HAVE NOTHING, GOD KNOWS WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ME.... I HAVE NO MEMORY AND LUCKILY A MAN CALLED FRANK (ALTHOUGH HE DID KISS ME) DIDN'T TAKE ADVANTAGE AND WAS NICE ENOUGH TO BRING ME HOME. I AM ~~~NEVER~~~ DRINKING AGAIN.