Five. Day. Bender
Ah sweet Jesus.
April 27th was my birthday, so I am now officially an old old man at the ripe old age of 20.
I worked Thursday the 26th and because I work nights that meant I spent 8 hours of my birthday at work. Boo! But never mind.
On the Friday morning when I got home, I went to bed for a bit being exceptionally tired having not slept much at all the night before and having been working very hard (like I do at work, yeah right!). So I woke up at about 3pm and my brother happened to be there when I woke up. Literally having just woken up, still bleary-eyes-full-of-eye-bogies like, he chucked me a beer. I drank said beer.
Then me, Sam and my brother went to Tesco to get more beer.
Later on that day we went to a pub, and I had a 25oz T-bone steak which was mnstrously huge, but did give me lots in my stomach to absorb the three beers I had at dinner.
After dinner, me and Sam went back to my house and watched The Prestige whilst drinking beer until about 3am. Then we went to bed, but couldn't sleep, so at about 6am we came back down and watched some Simpsons and finally managed to sleep for a bit until about 9am.
At about 12pm on Saturday, Chris came round, and we went to Tesco for another alcohol run - this time, 3 bottles of Mickey Finns Sour Apple Schnapps.
When we got back from the booze run, we played monopoly, with a big difference =D
Punishment for -
Rolling a double
Going to jail
Getting Out of jail
Not being able to pay for something
was to drink a shot of Apple Sours.
So we kind of got wasted, and ordered bad pizza from a greasy pizza-hole 5 miles away.
Bad pizza sobered us up a bit, and not having any of that, we decided to play a form of shots-trivia, which ended up with Chris getting absolutely slaughtered.
But we went to the kebab van anyway, where Chris danced the macarena.
Upon our return to my house, we kept Chris awake until he had drunk a pint of water and had sobered up a bit so he wouldn't have a monster hangover and then we went to bed.
On Sunday, we went to see Cradle of Filth live at the Corn Exchange (they were shit by the wway, but their support act were really good) so the theory was I wouldn't drink too much, but 7 beers in 3 hours kind of put paid to that plan.
And then Monday happened.
Oh God. I was drinking with Poles, which is always a bad thing because they can drink a hell of a lot.
Started off ok still at my house, with me drinking 4 beers and 3 glasses of Pernod before we went to Newmarket.
We went to the pub where me and Sam were planning on meeting our friends, but then we got a phone call telling us to walk to their house, so I took my beer with me and went to their house.
More and more people arrived with more and more alcohol and we drank an unbelieveable amount, before heading BACK to the pub to drink more!
I was wasted before we got back to the pub, and we did tequila slammers and drank polish beer so I got very drunk.
On the way back to their house we got some chicken burger stuffs, and Bolek tried to have sex with me in the middle of the street.
When we got back to their house we stopped drinking for a bit and Renata was trying to hit on me, whilst Margaret was trying to hit on my girlfriend. And me and Bolek had the most pointless argument ever about Nazi-ism, Communism and how bad Winston Churchill was.
But never mind!
I was then woken up at 6am by Mr Bolek singing "Wake up it's a beautiful day" at me and then taking pictures of me in my waking state.
Then everyone was very nice in providing us with coffee and water and eggs and stuff so all was good.
At about 7:30 we got a taxi back to Burwell and having slept for only about 4 hours, I went straight to bed to sleep off my tired-hangover-ness.
It worked.
And on Tuesday evening (last night), we went to the pub again, once again for the purpose of drinking with Poles, and I had a beer and a pitcher of Jager-bull (following the beer I had before we left for Newmarket again), and then we went to Adrians house instead of staying at the pub, and once there we drank a whole bottle of tequila between three of us, and three cans of beer.
At about midnight, we decided to call it a night and headed back to Burwell via the means of a very chatty taxi driver, and then we slept until the morning and I have the 5-day-bender-from-hell hangover to contend with. However, the bottle of Alka Seltzer I had earlier seems to have done the trick and I can actually eat things at least which is great!
And that, ladies and gentlemen is my 5 day bender story told in about as much detail as I can remember.
I seem to remember waking up this morning with my liver sitting next to me shaking it's head saying "You're a dick" but we'll not dwell on that ;-)
April 27th was my birthday, so I am now officially an old old man at the ripe old age of 20.
I worked Thursday the 26th and because I work nights that meant I spent 8 hours of my birthday at work. Boo! But never mind.
On the Friday morning when I got home, I went to bed for a bit being exceptionally tired having not slept much at all the night before and having been working very hard (like I do at work, yeah right!). So I woke up at about 3pm and my brother happened to be there when I woke up. Literally having just woken up, still bleary-eyes-full-of-eye-bogies like, he chucked me a beer. I drank said beer.
Then me, Sam and my brother went to Tesco to get more beer.
Later on that day we went to a pub, and I had a 25oz T-bone steak which was mnstrously huge, but did give me lots in my stomach to absorb the three beers I had at dinner.
After dinner, me and Sam went back to my house and watched The Prestige whilst drinking beer until about 3am. Then we went to bed, but couldn't sleep, so at about 6am we came back down and watched some Simpsons and finally managed to sleep for a bit until about 9am.
At about 12pm on Saturday, Chris came round, and we went to Tesco for another alcohol run - this time, 3 bottles of Mickey Finns Sour Apple Schnapps.
When we got back from the booze run, we played monopoly, with a big difference =D
Punishment for -
Rolling a double
Going to jail
Getting Out of jail
Not being able to pay for something
was to drink a shot of Apple Sours.
So we kind of got wasted, and ordered bad pizza from a greasy pizza-hole 5 miles away.
Bad pizza sobered us up a bit, and not having any of that, we decided to play a form of shots-trivia, which ended up with Chris getting absolutely slaughtered.
But we went to the kebab van anyway, where Chris danced the macarena.
Upon our return to my house, we kept Chris awake until he had drunk a pint of water and had sobered up a bit so he wouldn't have a monster hangover and then we went to bed.
On Sunday, we went to see Cradle of Filth live at the Corn Exchange (they were shit by the wway, but their support act were really good) so the theory was I wouldn't drink too much, but 7 beers in 3 hours kind of put paid to that plan.
And then Monday happened.
Oh God. I was drinking with Poles, which is always a bad thing because they can drink a hell of a lot.
Started off ok still at my house, with me drinking 4 beers and 3 glasses of Pernod before we went to Newmarket.
We went to the pub where me and Sam were planning on meeting our friends, but then we got a phone call telling us to walk to their house, so I took my beer with me and went to their house.
More and more people arrived with more and more alcohol and we drank an unbelieveable amount, before heading BACK to the pub to drink more!
I was wasted before we got back to the pub, and we did tequila slammers and drank polish beer so I got very drunk.
On the way back to their house we got some chicken burger stuffs, and Bolek tried to have sex with me in the middle of the street.
When we got back to their house we stopped drinking for a bit and Renata was trying to hit on me, whilst Margaret was trying to hit on my girlfriend. And me and Bolek had the most pointless argument ever about Nazi-ism, Communism and how bad Winston Churchill was.
But never mind!
I was then woken up at 6am by Mr Bolek singing "Wake up it's a beautiful day" at me and then taking pictures of me in my waking state.
Then everyone was very nice in providing us with coffee and water and eggs and stuff so all was good.
At about 7:30 we got a taxi back to Burwell and having slept for only about 4 hours, I went straight to bed to sleep off my tired-hangover-ness.
It worked.
And on Tuesday evening (last night), we went to the pub again, once again for the purpose of drinking with Poles, and I had a beer and a pitcher of Jager-bull (following the beer I had before we left for Newmarket again), and then we went to Adrians house instead of staying at the pub, and once there we drank a whole bottle of tequila between three of us, and three cans of beer.
At about midnight, we decided to call it a night and headed back to Burwell via the means of a very chatty taxi driver, and then we slept until the morning and I have the 5-day-bender-from-hell hangover to contend with. However, the bottle of Alka Seltzer I had earlier seems to have done the trick and I can actually eat things at least which is great!
And that, ladies and gentlemen is my 5 day bender story told in about as much detail as I can remember.
I seem to remember waking up this morning with my liver sitting next to me shaking it's head saying "You're a dick" but we'll not dwell on that ;-)