good news at last
on wednesday I went out with a load of my friends from college and loads of their random friends and we went to The Hatters which is like a weatherspoons branch in bognor. Had a fuckload of drinks there...i.e a tray of shots for Hannah and I to neck and lots of normal drinks (double Jack and coke etc)lol. That gives you some scale. I was like flirting with this guy sitting next to me, Will's friend Terry, they basically go to the gym together, anyway we go on to Mudclub which is doing Goo night with is like alternative music, students night. Terry seems to be into me, hes like tall, toned/muscly body, dark hair, blue eyes, and a really quirky mouth that makes me giggle. We go off to dance and through the night me and Terry get warned by the bouncers to stop dancing so raunchily no less than 3 times lol. We go sit down and I'm like sprawled on his lap and then I keep getting really confuzzled by trying to concentrate on the music when loads of people are talking and then I wake up outside the main part of the club.
Shit, yeah apparently I had another bloody fit. I feel so guilty though cause Terry got thrown outta the club by the bouncers cause hes a first-aider and he wanted to keep me on his lap to finish fitting cause you aint ment to move us. (The rest is from Terry, Steve and David) Terry told the bouncers that he would make them shit their own teeth for the next week if they moved me and he got thrown out.
The rest is history cause he was phoned and came to pick me up to take me back to meet my taxi.
And I'm sitting here typing this with the stupidest fucking grin plastered over my face cause he just texted me to say that he "can't think of anyone else he would rather be woken up by" cause I woke him like 5 mins ago.
Hes taking me out to the Hardwick on wednesday, its like a quieter pub that does nice meals. I've never been taken out for dinner before...I'm so sad!
Tomorrow I'm going up the hospital to talk to the nerologist dude about my fits.
Shit, yeah apparently I had another bloody fit. I feel so guilty though cause Terry got thrown outta the club by the bouncers cause hes a first-aider and he wanted to keep me on his lap to finish fitting cause you aint ment to move us. (The rest is from Terry, Steve and David) Terry told the bouncers that he would make them shit their own teeth for the next week if they moved me and he got thrown out.
The rest is history cause he was phoned and came to pick me up to take me back to meet my taxi.
And I'm sitting here typing this with the stupidest fucking grin plastered over my face cause he just texted me to say that he "can't think of anyone else he would rather be woken up by" cause I woke him like 5 mins ago.
Hes taking me out to the Hardwick on wednesday, its like a quieter pub that does nice meals. I've never been taken out for dinner before...I'm so sad!
Tomorrow I'm going up the hospital to talk to the nerologist dude about my fits.