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I got rat-arsed last night. It was a good one too, not like the usual nights drinking I've been doing lately - either a bottle while on the computer, or not really having fun in some club - but last night was excellent.
I had a bottle to start off with. Then went to some club. But it was different this time, I don't know if it was the drink or a fluke but I had lots of people talking to me, and I seemed to talk back to them in a way which enhanced the conversation to a point where they would reply. Wow. I'm talking strangers here, near strangers really, the kind where I might know their name if I take a moment to work out where I know them from.
I aquired some tinsle and dedicatingly wore it all night. After we left I just abandoned everyone and sprinted to this crappy Kebab shop-cum-hut that's on the end of our road. On the way I managed to meet more people who wanted to talk to me, and somehow I managed (fuck knows where from) to get this tiny, white, snakebite stained, lacey girls top and wore it for the remainder, it went nicely with the blue tinsle.
I've never gotten a kebab at Uni, there were so many people there I sobered up enough while waiting to think 'fuck this' and leave. But at the place, because of the mob of drunken students, the 'Boss' merged the masses into a queue of sorts and I took my place infront of some tiny but violent bastard with short man syndrome who thought I was out of line (pun not really intended). The argument got quite heated, he offered to take it outside, I reminded him we were out side. He said "lets go over there, and we'll sort this out". I agreed.
So while he was pushing his way out, I shuffled some more and further claimed my place in the queue. Stupid bastard.
I then went to Nicola's, had another drink, insulted her flatmates, pinched some guy repeatedly, acted more like a twat, and passed out only to have the contents of this paragraph told to me since I couldn't remember anything past "stupid bastard".
I had a bottle to start off with. Then went to some club. But it was different this time, I don't know if it was the drink or a fluke but I had lots of people talking to me, and I seemed to talk back to them in a way which enhanced the conversation to a point where they would reply. Wow. I'm talking strangers here, near strangers really, the kind where I might know their name if I take a moment to work out where I know them from.
I aquired some tinsle and dedicatingly wore it all night. After we left I just abandoned everyone and sprinted to this crappy Kebab shop-cum-hut that's on the end of our road. On the way I managed to meet more people who wanted to talk to me, and somehow I managed (fuck knows where from) to get this tiny, white, snakebite stained, lacey girls top and wore it for the remainder, it went nicely with the blue tinsle.
I've never gotten a kebab at Uni, there were so many people there I sobered up enough while waiting to think 'fuck this' and leave. But at the place, because of the mob of drunken students, the 'Boss' merged the masses into a queue of sorts and I took my place infront of some tiny but violent bastard with short man syndrome who thought I was out of line (pun not really intended). The argument got quite heated, he offered to take it outside, I reminded him we were out side. He said "lets go over there, and we'll sort this out". I agreed.
So while he was pushing his way out, I shuffled some more and further claimed my place in the queue. Stupid bastard.
I then went to Nicola's, had another drink, insulted her flatmates, pinched some guy repeatedly, acted more like a twat, and passed out only to have the contents of this paragraph told to me since I couldn't remember anything past "stupid bastard".