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Tomorrow I turn 20. I leave my teens and enter the realms of eating mushy food and trying to get to the toilet in time. Oh Lord, kill me now.
So to honour my passing into old age, we went to some buildings and consumed alcohol until our reflexes were slowed, our speech slurred and our bladders weakened.
My mate Seb went away to Scotland, and I couldn't get in touch with Jay (all he had to do was change his mobile number and email address and I'd be totally cut off from him... and I think he's done just that) I think Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet was busy with exams in Durham, people at college were unsure if they could make it or had enough money and so were people at work, and even The Wal and Fos weren't definite since Mark (Wal's brother) had invited them out that night. Could've been a disaster.
The Wal fell asleep so was running late, so Fos and myself headed out to Jesmond meet some people from work, who got there just as we did. When Wal got there there were about 7 of us. Got a text from the lass from work saying she had a mini crisis and she'd meet us later.
Had a laugh sitting outside the pub in the sun, staring at the talent for a couple of hours before we headed off to the main street of bars. We were at Jesmond, which is a really popular place for students and such, only it was freakin' deserted. Had a few beers, and decided to head into town to go to some new places. Went to Bar 45, never been there before. Went up to get some vodka; trebles were only like 2 quid or something. I was already mortal by then so I fought the temptation to just get sheetloads of them.
Left and went to The Lodge, which I think Ant and Dec own a stake in. Pretty good place. Met some lasses from school I hadn't seen for almost two years, but I was freaking gone by then so I didn't exactly wow them with my charm. Chris showed up (haven't seen him in years) and we got some cigars in (bit of a tradition for me) and even Ginger Andrew who's totally against smoking had one. He's embarassed about it now.
Got a shout out from the DJ which I barely heard (heard him saying someone was 20, then later found out it was me)
We'd only been out 4 hours but I'd been speed drinking and was gone after about 6 pints and sheetloads of vodka (despite resisting it earlier, I had a half pint glass of it topped up with lemonade) Big James (you should see him, he's literally huge, he towered over Fos who's 6"5) was pretty gone too, so was everyone else.
Chris and Wal got seperated from the rest of us, and I decided to call it a night before I got any worse. We went our seperate ways, and somehow managed to find the metro station with Fos and James.
Got in totally mortal (I never realise just how drunk I am until I get home and stop pretending to be sober) put my TV on, fell over, collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. I remember throwing up during the night, and when I woke up at 8 this morning it became clear I'd been sick on my sheets and not on the floor like I thought. Bar steward. It was pure liquid, no chunks or anything, but still.
I was still totally drunk, and just watched TV (it had been on all night) before changing the sheet and getting some breakfast. Found out I had two text messages, one from Ginger Andrew saying what a good night it was, and one from Cat (lass from work) apologising because her younger brother had come in totally off his face on drink, puking everywhere, and she had to stay in and keep an eye on him (y'see, my sister would've just laughed at me if I'd come in like that)
The Wal swung by (he and Chris had gone to the bar to get the drinks in, come back and we'd gone, so they stayed out a bit longer since Chris had just come out) after walking back from Chris' place (about 6 miles in shoes - ouch) and he was surprised how fine I looked considering how much I'd had. I felt rough, but nowhere NEAR as bad as I did back in March for another work night out. Throwing up, something I've only done from drink three times now despite my old age, always makes me feel better because it gets the crap out of my system.
I had to sober up and get on with college work... which was a bit of a bar steward.
So, nothing amazing; no fights, no flashers, but a very decent night out which is more than I can say for my last three birthdays, which have all been crap. Pity Seb, Jay, Ian, Cat and Sash, Mick and Kyle from college weren't out, but it was a pretty good turnout.
Now I'm off to watch the England game. Woo.
So to honour my passing into old age, we went to some buildings and consumed alcohol until our reflexes were slowed, our speech slurred and our bladders weakened.
My mate Seb went away to Scotland, and I couldn't get in touch with Jay (all he had to do was change his mobile number and email address and I'd be totally cut off from him... and I think he's done just that) I think Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet was busy with exams in Durham, people at college were unsure if they could make it or had enough money and so were people at work, and even The Wal and Fos weren't definite since Mark (Wal's brother) had invited them out that night. Could've been a disaster.
The Wal fell asleep so was running late, so Fos and myself headed out to Jesmond meet some people from work, who got there just as we did. When Wal got there there were about 7 of us. Got a text from the lass from work saying she had a mini crisis and she'd meet us later.
Had a laugh sitting outside the pub in the sun, staring at the talent for a couple of hours before we headed off to the main street of bars. We were at Jesmond, which is a really popular place for students and such, only it was freakin' deserted. Had a few beers, and decided to head into town to go to some new places. Went to Bar 45, never been there before. Went up to get some vodka; trebles were only like 2 quid or something. I was already mortal by then so I fought the temptation to just get sheetloads of them.
Left and went to The Lodge, which I think Ant and Dec own a stake in. Pretty good place. Met some lasses from school I hadn't seen for almost two years, but I was freaking gone by then so I didn't exactly wow them with my charm. Chris showed up (haven't seen him in years) and we got some cigars in (bit of a tradition for me) and even Ginger Andrew who's totally against smoking had one. He's embarassed about it now.
Got a shout out from the DJ which I barely heard (heard him saying someone was 20, then later found out it was me)
We'd only been out 4 hours but I'd been speed drinking and was gone after about 6 pints and sheetloads of vodka (despite resisting it earlier, I had a half pint glass of it topped up with lemonade) Big James (you should see him, he's literally huge, he towered over Fos who's 6"5) was pretty gone too, so was everyone else.
Chris and Wal got seperated from the rest of us, and I decided to call it a night before I got any worse. We went our seperate ways, and somehow managed to find the metro station with Fos and James.
Got in totally mortal (I never realise just how drunk I am until I get home and stop pretending to be sober) put my TV on, fell over, collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. I remember throwing up during the night, and when I woke up at 8 this morning it became clear I'd been sick on my sheets and not on the floor like I thought. Bar steward. It was pure liquid, no chunks or anything, but still.
I was still totally drunk, and just watched TV (it had been on all night) before changing the sheet and getting some breakfast. Found out I had two text messages, one from Ginger Andrew saying what a good night it was, and one from Cat (lass from work) apologising because her younger brother had come in totally off his face on drink, puking everywhere, and she had to stay in and keep an eye on him (y'see, my sister would've just laughed at me if I'd come in like that)
The Wal swung by (he and Chris had gone to the bar to get the drinks in, come back and we'd gone, so they stayed out a bit longer since Chris had just come out) after walking back from Chris' place (about 6 miles in shoes - ouch) and he was surprised how fine I looked considering how much I'd had. I felt rough, but nowhere NEAR as bad as I did back in March for another work night out. Throwing up, something I've only done from drink three times now despite my old age, always makes me feel better because it gets the crap out of my system.
I had to sober up and get on with college work... which was a bit of a bar steward.
So, nothing amazing; no fights, no flashers, but a very decent night out which is more than I can say for my last three birthdays, which have all been crap. Pity Seb, Jay, Ian, Cat and Sash, Mick and Kyle from college weren't out, but it was a pretty good turnout.
Now I'm off to watch the England game. Woo.
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Not the best thing to read while eating.
Happy Birthday duck.
*Mwa*
Happy Birthday duck.
*Mwa*
Tomorrow I turn 20. I leave my teens and enter the realms of eating mushy food and trying to get to the toilet in time. Oh Lord, kill me now.
So to honour my passing into old age, we went to some buildings and consumed alcohol until our reflexes were slowed, our speech slurred and our bladders weakened.
My mate Seb went away to Scotland, and I couldn't get in touch with Jay (all he had to do was change his mobile number and email address and I'd be totally cut off from him... and I think he's done just that) I think Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet was busy with exams in Durham, people at college were unsure if they could make it or had enough money and so were people at work, and even The Wal and Fos weren't definite since Mark (Wal's brother) had invited them out that night. Could've been a disaster.
The Wal fell asleep so was running late, so Fos and myself headed out to Jesmond meet some people from work, who got there just as we did. When Wal got there there were about 7 of us. Got a text from the lass from work saying she had a mini crisis and she'd meet us later.
Had a laugh sitting outside the pub in the sun, staring at the talent for a couple of hours before we headed off to the main street of bars. We were at Jesmond, which is a really popular place for students and such, only it was freakin' deserted. Had a few beers, and decided to head into town to go to some new places. Went to Bar 45, never been there before. Went up to get some vodka; trebles were only like 2 quid or something. I was already mortal by then so I fought the temptation to just get sheetloads of them.
Left and went to The Lodge, which I think Ant and Dec own a stake in. Pretty good place. Met some lasses from school I hadn't seen for almost two years, but I was freaking gone by then so I didn't exactly wow them with my charm. Chris showed up (haven't seen him in years) and we got some cigars in (bit of a tradition for me) and even Ginger Andrew who's totally against smoking had one. He's embarassed about it now.
Got a shout out from the DJ which I barely heard (heard him saying someone was 20, then later found out it was me)
We'd only been out 4 hours but I'd been speed drinking and was gone after about 6 pints and sheetloads of vodka (despite resisting it earlier, I had a half pint glass of it topped up with lemonade) Big James (you should see him, he's literally huge, he towered over Fos who's 6"5) was pretty gone too, so was everyone else.
Chris and Wal got seperated from the rest of us, and I decided to call it a night before I got any worse. We went our seperate ways, and somehow managed to find the metro station with Fos and James.
Got in totally mortal (I never realise just how drunk I am until I get home and stop pretending to be sober) put my TV on, fell over, collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. I remember throwing up during the night, and when I woke up at 8 this morning it became clear I'd been sick on my sheets and not on the floor like I thought. Bar steward. It was pure liquid, no chunks or anything, but still.
I was still totally drunk, and just watched TV (it had been on all night) before changing the sheet and getting some breakfast. Found out I had two text messages, one from Ginger Andrew saying what a good night it was, and one from Cat (lass from work) apologising because her younger brother had come in totally off his face on drink, puking everywhere, and she had to stay in and keep an eye on him (y'see, my sister would've just laughed at me if I'd come in like that)
The Wal swung by (he and Chris had gone to the bar to get the drinks in, come back and we'd gone, so they stayed out a bit longer since Chris had just come out) after walking back from Chris' place (about 6 miles in shoes - ouch) and he was surprised how fine I looked considering how much I'd had. I felt rough, but nowhere NEAR as bad as I did back in March for another work night out. Throwing up, something I've only done from drink three times now despite my old age, always makes me feel better because it gets the crap out of my system.
I had to sober up and get on with college work... which was a bit of a bar steward.
So, nothing amazing; no fights, no flashers, but a very decent night out which is more than I can say for my last three birthdays, which have all been crap. Pity Seb, Jay, Ian, Cat and Sash, Mick and Kyle from college weren't out, but it was a pretty good turnout.
Now I'm off to watch the England game. Woo.
So to honour my passing into old age, we went to some buildings and consumed alcohol until our reflexes were slowed, our speech slurred and our bladders weakened.
My mate Seb went away to Scotland, and I couldn't get in touch with Jay (all he had to do was change his mobile number and email address and I'd be totally cut off from him... and I think he's done just that) I think Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet was busy with exams in Durham, people at college were unsure if they could make it or had enough money and so were people at work, and even The Wal and Fos weren't definite since Mark (Wal's brother) had invited them out that night. Could've been a disaster.
The Wal fell asleep so was running late, so Fos and myself headed out to Jesmond meet some people from work, who got there just as we did. When Wal got there there were about 7 of us. Got a text from the lass from work saying she had a mini crisis and she'd meet us later.
Had a laugh sitting outside the pub in the sun, staring at the talent for a couple of hours before we headed off to the main street of bars. We were at Jesmond, which is a really popular place for students and such, only it was freakin' deserted. Had a few beers, and decided to head into town to go to some new places. Went to Bar 45, never been there before. Went up to get some vodka; trebles were only like 2 quid or something. I was already mortal by then so I fought the temptation to just get sheetloads of them.
Left and went to The Lodge, which I think Ant and Dec own a stake in. Pretty good place. Met some lasses from school I hadn't seen for almost two years, but I was freaking gone by then so I didn't exactly wow them with my charm. Chris showed up (haven't seen him in years) and we got some cigars in (bit of a tradition for me) and even Ginger Andrew who's totally against smoking had one. He's embarassed about it now.
Got a shout out from the DJ which I barely heard (heard him saying someone was 20, then later found out it was me)
We'd only been out 4 hours but I'd been speed drinking and was gone after about 6 pints and sheetloads of vodka (despite resisting it earlier, I had a half pint glass of it topped up with lemonade) Big James (you should see him, he's literally huge, he towered over Fos who's 6"5) was pretty gone too, so was everyone else.
Chris and Wal got seperated from the rest of us, and I decided to call it a night before I got any worse. We went our seperate ways, and somehow managed to find the metro station with Fos and James.
Got in totally mortal (I never realise just how drunk I am until I get home and stop pretending to be sober) put my TV on, fell over, collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. I remember throwing up during the night, and when I woke up at 8 this morning it became clear I'd been sick on my sheets and not on the floor like I thought. Bar steward. It was pure liquid, no chunks or anything, but still.
I was still totally drunk, and just watched TV (it had been on all night) before changing the sheet and getting some breakfast. Found out I had two text messages, one from Ginger Andrew saying what a good night it was, and one from Cat (lass from work) apologising because her younger brother had come in totally off his face on drink, puking everywhere, and she had to stay in and keep an eye on him (y'see, my sister would've just laughed at me if I'd come in like that)
The Wal swung by (he and Chris had gone to the bar to get the drinks in, come back and we'd gone, so they stayed out a bit longer since Chris had just come out) after walking back from Chris' place (about 6 miles in shoes - ouch) and he was surprised how fine I looked considering how much I'd had. I felt rough, but nowhere NEAR as bad as I did back in March for another work night out. Throwing up, something I've only done from drink three times now despite my old age, always makes me feel better because it gets the crap out of my system.
I had to sober up and get on with college work... which was a bit of a bar steward.
So, nothing amazing; no fights, no flashers, but a very decent night out which is more than I can say for my last three birthdays, which have all been crap. Pity Seb, Jay, Ian, Cat and Sash, Mick and Kyle from college weren't out, but it was a pretty good turnout.
Now I'm off to watch the England game. Woo.
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