please tell me I didn't look like a complete twat last night.
Well, yet another weekend at the Cranker. Another weekend of drinking. Another weekend of getting up to mischief. I spent hardly any money as I kept getting drinks bought for me by two guys I know, Terry and Trevor. They are like, 40-something, but they are really nice and they seem to think the world of me (though lord knows why). I'm perfectly aware that they are probably just trying to get into my pants, but seeing as we all know that that isn't going to happen, we all just enjoy each other's company and I enjoy the free beer. I saw lots of people I know (good to see you Phil, Dave, Chris and Judy!) and had a lot of fun. But free beer has its price. Without realising it, I got completely shit faced. Apparently I fell down the steps but I can't remember that at all. I also ended up waking up in a stranger's house in Fulham Gardens somewhere and couldn't remember how the hell I got there. My sister was there (well, in bed with some random guy but in the same house at least) so it wasn't completely weird but I am completely stumped because I can't remember a gosh darn thing from about 3am onwards. All I know is that I was in a strangers lounge room, lying on the couch next to a guy I could barely remember the name of, with essential items of clothing either askew or missing. Ack. Not good. I really should curb this rampant alcoholism. I don't even remember if I enjoyed myself but I guess I'm not complaining. I'm just worried, is all. I'm sort of seeing someone right now and I was doing so well at not flirting or chatting up random strangers...and then somehow I end up in this situation. I really need to see Him, curl up with him on the couch and just watch TV together. Everything feels so strange and I need some reality.