Dec 30, 2008 17:07
Ok so 2 days ago dave and i went into town for a spot of shopping and a quick pub lunch. All the pubs were out of fish (dont get me started we live by the fucking beach) so we decided to go to a restaurant in the old town. I was happy with this as one of our many missions is to eat in all the restaurants in beautiful George St. We went to a very pretty, and quite trendy place called Pomegranate (I know an incredibly pompous name.) We ended up spending £50 on burnt fish and burnt venison. £50!!! I even had a cider instead of wine to save money, needless to say we are never going there again.
The day got worse. We bumped into (a very drunk) Joe and Leon so we thought we'll have a quick drink with them, a quick drink turned into: wine, whiskey, wine, whiskey, wine, whiskey, champagne (Joe was feeling rich)then a very expensive bottle of whiskey. I was so drunk i made Joe buy some coke (which i couldn't afford) i was so drunk that i couldn't do a line of it so i gummed it. I was so drunk that I punched dave in the face, I was so drunk that I cried in the bar and outside on the bench, I was so drunk that I passed out outside in the freezing cold!
Dave...bless him, had me in bed and guzzling down berroca and painkillers and half a pizza by 9. yes 9 o'clock!!! Im never leaving the house again. I don't remember the punching or the crying but apparently dave accidentally knocked me on the chin as he was standing up, so I punched him on the nose. After he informed me that i punched him i burst into tears wailing that I would never hurt him it wasn't me he must be lying!