Monday.
I only just feel fully recuperated from the weekend. Those extra couple of hours on Saturday night were so not worth it. They just completely ruin and write off Sundays. Well it did to mine. I have never, ever come home at such an ungodly hour, but last weekend I didn’t fall into bed until 5:45am Sunday morning. The bloody sun was up when I got off the bus! I fell asleep and went past my stop. I had to walk barefeet along Algester Road. I looked a fucking mess.
Sounds like a weekend huh? Let’s break it down;
• Erin and I are poor.
Normally we spend $20, get merry and go home. Although we had decided since we hadn’t partied together for about 7 months, we’d be going all out. I think we achieved that quite well. Just ask my toilet bowl the next morning.
• Midori is Japanese for green.
So we discovered Midori! It’s delicious. Deliciously expensive too. It’s not counted as a basic spirit. Much to our disappointment. It’s smooth and goes down so well. It has a kick, while being sweet. We love it! Actually, that’s probably where our money went.
• No glass on the dancefloor!
That’s actually a rule just about EVERYWHERE except the Exchange. Way to take advantage of dancing and drinking at the same time Flora! Let’s break some glasses! Well, technically I didn’t set out with the intention of breaking them, but I was holding them and people were bumping into me, so I dropped them by accident. Three glasses in total. I suck
Had to buy myself more drinks (again, that’s where the money went!) and got some glass in my feet. Fun times.
• “Hey! That’s my girlfriend!”
Uh, excuse me. No, I’m not. People can be very possessive. You have one dance with them for a grand total of 2 minutes and suddenly, they own you.
• Erin and Flora: Bathroom Medics!
I don’t really know how this came about, but Erin and I ended up in the bathroom for an extended period of time, shooting the breeze and enjoying the light. Girls came and went and we were pretty much in supply with ice and glasses. Add a tap, and we’re regular waterboys! They loved us. So much in fact that one of them felt the need to leave me a glass of straight bourbon. I don’t know whether I love her or hate her yet.. I took one sip and instantly regretted it. So I made Erin have some, and her face twisted up in agony. That was kinda funny actually. Anyway, I held onto it and fed it to other girls. lol. I have no idea why, but I did. No one can say no to free alcohol!
• Let’s go get lost!
After (insert what happened, because I have no idea or recollection). Erin and I got separated somehow.. It was pretty scary. But somehow we were reunited! YES! DON’T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN, ERIN!
• “Hello Officer!”
Do not speak to police. Especially when you’re drunk. Do not tell them of your ambitions to become just like them. They’ll think you’re taking the piss. Also, don’t tell them what station you’re from. It doesn’t look too good the next time you’re at work. Most of all, do not, I repeat, DO NOT touch the police! They don’t like that..
• “I’ll just rest my eyes..”
Make sure you do not fall asleep on the bus. Ever. Drunk or not, falling asleep on public transport is not the best idea. It’s even worse when you have a friend who is also asleep! I bet I snored too. Sigh. Erin and I missed our bus stop. Only by a couple of stops, but still. Normally I get door to door service. And if you can’t help but fall asleep, don’t take your shoes off and hang them off the back of the seat. Seriously. Don’t! I almost forgot mine, but luckily I have an awesome friend with a memory that works.
So all in all, while it was ‘cool’ night and stuff, I’m not in a rush to do it again anytime soon. Missing memories, causing fights and breaking glasses is enough excitement for me for a while! I don’t want to make unrealistic regrets such as “I’m never drinking again!”, but I will say; I’m never drinking again in the near future!