Apr 19, 2005 23:13
fatima has now left.
its very sad.
but we have deria (minitma or whatever people call her) and maud (who said i could call her peggy and is the rebel of the canteen ladies)
friday, after my long orchestra rehearsal and a drive down to london for a choir rehearsal, i got back to endield, had a couple of drinks at home and walked down to the pub.
i hadnt eaten by the way so the couple of drinks alreayd had hit me.
at the pub my lot were there, but also loads of people from my primary school and other random people i knew. so i spent the evening talking very little to my friends and talking to everyone else in the pub.
adam arrived quite late and asked me to get him a drink after last orders had been. i told him i wouldnt be able to, but he told me to flirt with the bar maid. so i did. and it worked. and i found out she was training to be a speech therapist.
i also hit greta.
i was scared for my life.
but she likes me so all was good.
i then got thrown into amys car and we drove to fatimas chicken shop.
i got free chicken!
and i stroked her husbands arm (hes a bastard, i know why fatima doesnt get on with him)
i also threw luke onto the bonnet of his car and attempted to sex him up dominatrix style.
we then went to the hop poles expecting a late license only to find out they were having a private thingamybob.
i dont really remember this part of the evening just i told anna that if she got into the car everything would be ok.
amy then drove me home. i threw up out of her window.
what a great drunk i am! i couldve thrown up in the car but no, clever karoline opens the window and does it outside. yay! (apparantly amy had sick on the side of her car though...oops, though easier to clean off than on the interior)
i stumbled upstairs and landed in bed and fell asleep fully clothed.
i woke up at about 5 am about to pee myself. i have never done that before from drink. if i had not woken or gotten up and out of bed when i did i wouldve been transported back to the days of pissing the bed.
it was very very close.
saturday, what a day. we had to drive for three hours to somewhere near manchester to sing two songs at a wedding.
not good with a very bad hangover.
my sister, dad and my sisters boyfriend kept saying things that brought up memories of the previous night.
all very strange.
sunday i went to wood green where i got a fucking 50pound parkinbg ticket and it was only coz my front bumper and 2cm of wheel were in a residents parking bay. bastard bastard.
then my day got worse as i had to go to a rehearsal at school.
i spilt coke in my car. i had a pool of coke in my can holder.
then i hit my arm on the door of my car where i now have a massive bruise.
the day was not going well.
i got sent out (with peter facer) to buy donuts for the rehersal (the only good thing about sunday rehearsals at school) but we came back with muffins. no donughts in the whole of potters bar.
after the rehearsal went to highbury to celebrate annas birfday with a very drunken anna and hannah and annas very fit friend lizzy.
nice afternoon to a shitty day.
everything has been mundane since, except adam smashed lukes car today in latymer school car park.
so very very funny.