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So, yesterday was my mate Foster's 19th. Only myself, Fos and Wal went out. We don't like enough people to have a big do, most of the people we know from high school are two faced pieces of crap.
Went to Whitley Bay, which is on the coast. We've ended up on the beaches there at 1am, totally drunk once or twice.
Anyway, had a can before we left mine, cruised down (on the, um... Metro) and went to the local Wetherspoons. Had a pint of the old Stella, and to speed things up we decided to get some spirits. I was up for straight up vodka, but the pitchers of vodka and Red Bull (gives you wings!) were pretty cheap. Got one with 12 shots in, so we had about 4 shots each. Fos and Wal both got phone calls and so they were being told what was happening in the England match. They both shouted "Beckham!" when he scored that penalty, since they'd both heard it at the same time. Everyone sort of looked at us, heh.
Went to another club/pub, and I got some triple vodkas in. Bardude put coke in, which I didn't want, but still, vodka is vodka. Had three of them and another pint. That's about 13 shots of vodka in about an hour, and I couldn't walk on my 16th birthday after just 9. I could feel I was drunk, not stumbling around, but I was pretty gone. Fos, who'd been drinking all day, was having trouble standing, so I had to hold him up at the bar. Looked pretty funny, me trying to hold up a 6"5 kid who's eyes were half closed.
We were sat talking to some lasses (one was a real stunner, looked like J-Lo) when this kid came up and said something to us. I laughed, because he was a dick, and he said "What you laughing at?" Wal did the talking and soon we were laughing and joking with him, but he was a right, um, *censored*, plain and simple. Called himself "Leech". What a moron. Had a go at me in the toilets, and at 11 when we went to a club, he kept having a go at Wal, as did some other kids. I thought I was gonna get jumped in the bogs when I went in and I heard someone shouting for Leech to come in. I could barely do my belt up, it's one of those weird ones, heh. Got out of there quickly. Wal was getting to trouble with yet another kid, they just kept coming up and starting trouble, thanks to the Dutch courage.
They must've thought we were on Es or something, the amount of water we were getting in to try and sober up Fos, heh. Every two minutes we were going to the bar to get three waters.
Place was pretty good, played rap music all night, so we were dancing like fools and singing along to it. That J-Lo look-alike was there, damn she was fine.
Wal wanted to knock half the people there out, so since it was last orders anyway, I said we should leave. I don't know how much good I'd have been if a fight broke out, I was pretty wasted.
Pushed to the front of the taxi-rank, rode to Wal's, Fos stayed there, I decided to walk home. Had to have a slash on a pathway halfway home, but it was 2am, so there weren't too many people about, heh. Stumbled in, spent about a minute trying to get my key in the door to lock it again. Head was ringing like a church tower, felt ill and I was still lashed. Drank some water, let the cat in, went upstairs and watched the England match repeat in my room before going to bed at 3. Woke up this morning with the usual bad stomach, thought I was gonna throw up a couple of times, but so far I've managed to keep it down. Man, I'm a real lightweight. Stayed off college and I've so far spent the day watching the war coverage and Home & Away on C5. Still feel ill, but I've finally eaten. Had some Choco Shreddies! Overall, not a bad night out. Had a laugh, got way too drunk, almost got chinned and England won. Woo-ha.
Went to Whitley Bay, which is on the coast. We've ended up on the beaches there at 1am, totally drunk once or twice.
Anyway, had a can before we left mine, cruised down (on the, um... Metro) and went to the local Wetherspoons. Had a pint of the old Stella, and to speed things up we decided to get some spirits. I was up for straight up vodka, but the pitchers of vodka and Red Bull (gives you wings!) were pretty cheap. Got one with 12 shots in, so we had about 4 shots each. Fos and Wal both got phone calls and so they were being told what was happening in the England match. They both shouted "Beckham!" when he scored that penalty, since they'd both heard it at the same time. Everyone sort of looked at us, heh.
Went to another club/pub, and I got some triple vodkas in. Bardude put coke in, which I didn't want, but still, vodka is vodka. Had three of them and another pint. That's about 13 shots of vodka in about an hour, and I couldn't walk on my 16th birthday after just 9. I could feel I was drunk, not stumbling around, but I was pretty gone. Fos, who'd been drinking all day, was having trouble standing, so I had to hold him up at the bar. Looked pretty funny, me trying to hold up a 6"5 kid who's eyes were half closed.
We were sat talking to some lasses (one was a real stunner, looked like J-Lo) when this kid came up and said something to us. I laughed, because he was a dick, and he said "What you laughing at?" Wal did the talking and soon we were laughing and joking with him, but he was a right, um, *censored*, plain and simple. Called himself "Leech". What a moron. Had a go at me in the toilets, and at 11 when we went to a club, he kept having a go at Wal, as did some other kids. I thought I was gonna get jumped in the bogs when I went in and I heard someone shouting for Leech to come in. I could barely do my belt up, it's one of those weird ones, heh. Got out of there quickly. Wal was getting to trouble with yet another kid, they just kept coming up and starting trouble, thanks to the Dutch courage.
They must've thought we were on Es or something, the amount of water we were getting in to try and sober up Fos, heh. Every two minutes we were going to the bar to get three waters.
Place was pretty good, played rap music all night, so we were dancing like fools and singing along to it. That J-Lo look-alike was there, damn she was fine.
Wal wanted to knock half the people there out, so since it was last orders anyway, I said we should leave. I don't know how much good I'd have been if a fight broke out, I was pretty wasted.
Pushed to the front of the taxi-rank, rode to Wal's, Fos stayed there, I decided to walk home. Had to have a slash on a pathway halfway home, but it was 2am, so there weren't too many people about, heh. Stumbled in, spent about a minute trying to get my key in the door to lock it again. Head was ringing like a church tower, felt ill and I was still lashed. Drank some water, let the cat in, went upstairs and watched the England match repeat in my room before going to bed at 3. Woke up this morning with the usual bad stomach, thought I was gonna throw up a couple of times, but so far I've managed to keep it down. Man, I'm a real lightweight. Stayed off college and I've so far spent the day watching the war coverage and Home & Away on C5. Still feel ill, but I've finally eaten. Had some Choco Shreddies! Overall, not a bad night out. Had a laugh, got way too drunk, almost got chinned and England won. Woo-ha.
Dude, I didn't want to read that. All those chunks swirling around your mouth...
It was funny, towards the end of the night I was drinking water to try and sober up a little, yet still drinking my pint. I was taking a sip of water, then a sip of me beer, and back and forth for ages. Heh.
It was funny, towards the end of the night I was drinking water to try and sober up a little, yet still drinking my pint. I was taking a sip of water, then a sip of me beer, and back and forth for ages. Heh.
Well I spent last night writing an essay
woo... hoo
I got served when I went out at the week-end at a place that I always get knocked back from
*strokes stubble on chin*
Shaba
woo... hoo
I got served when I went out at the week-end at a place that I always get knocked back from
*strokes stubble on chin*
Shaba
There's nothing like throwing up during a drinking session and then washing the taste out of your mouth with a few beers.
I normally would, but I don't feel as bad as I usually do. I could barely move one day after a crate of Bud and a load of Stella the night before. I threw up in the bog about three times and felt a lot better, heh.
if you feel sick the next morning, you are better off just letting it up. I am one of those lucky people who always feels alright the next day, but can feel pretty awful in the middle of the night. Last time i really felt bad the following day was just before christmas, I felt like i was going to throw up, so i thought there was no point holding it down, went to the bathroom, made sure i got rid of it, went downstairs had toast, bacon and neurofen for breakfast. Went back to sleep for less than an Hour and felt great, went to lectures and then out again that evening. My advice would be don't fight it, if you can feel it in the morning, it'll get you sooner or later so it may as well be sooner.
Naaa, I can never be bothered with anything like that after a night out. I just stick some cereal in a bowl and drown it in milk. They call be uber-lazy.
Hey, really glad to hear you had a better time out than last time. Coco shreddies, yuck, you need a slice of toast and plenty of fresh orange, always makes me feel better.
Who?
Are you Sam Peckinpah?
So, yesterday was my mate Foster's 19th. Only myself, Fos and Wal went out. We don't like enough people to have a big do, most of the people we know from high school are two faced pieces of crap.
Went to Whitley Bay, which is on the coast. We've ended up on the beaches there at 1am, totally drunk once or twice.
Anyway, had a can before we left mine, cruised down (on the, um... Metro) and went to the local Wetherspoons. Had a pint of the old Stella, and to speed things up we decided to get some spirits. I was up for straight up vodka, but the pitchers of vodka and Red Bull (gives you wings!) were pretty cheap. Got one with 12 shots in, so we had about 4 shots each. Fos and Wal both got phone calls and so they were being told what was happening in the England match. They both shouted "Beckham!" when he scored that penalty, since they'd both heard it at the same time. Everyone sort of looked at us, heh.
Went to another club/pub, and I got some triple vodkas in. Bardude put coke in, which I didn't want, but still, vodka is vodka. Had three of them and another pint. That's about 13 shots of vodka in about an hour, and I couldn't walk on my 16th birthday after just 9. I could feel I was drunk, not stumbling around, but I was pretty gone. Fos, who'd been drinking all day, was having trouble standing, so I had to hold him up at the bar. Looked pretty funny, me trying to hold up a 6"5 kid who's eyes were half closed.
We were sat talking to some lasses (one was a real stunner, looked like J-Lo) when this kid came up and said something to us. I laughed, because he was a dick, and he said "What you laughing at?" Wal did the talking and soon we were laughing and joking with him, but he was a right, um, *censored*, plain and simple. Called himself "Leech". What a moron. Had a go at me in the toilets, and at 11 when we went to a club, he kept having a go at Wal, as did some other kids. I thought I was gonna get jumped in the bogs when I went in and I heard someone shouting for Leech to come in. I could barely do my belt up, it's one of those weird ones, heh. Got out of there quickly. Wal was getting to trouble with yet another kid, they just kept coming up and starting trouble, thanks to the Dutch courage.
They must've thought we were on Es or something, the amount of water we were getting in to try and sober up Fos, heh. Every two minutes we were going to the bar to get three waters.
Place was pretty good, played rap music all night, so we were dancing like fools and singing along to it. That J-Lo look-alike was there, damn she was fine.
Wal wanted to knock half the people there out, so since it was last orders anyway, I said we should leave. I don't know how much good I'd have been if a fight broke out, I was pretty wasted.
Pushed to the front of the taxi-rank, rode to Wal's, Fos stayed there, I decided to walk home. Had to have a slash on a pathway halfway home, but it was 2am, so there weren't too many people about, heh. Stumbled in, spent about a minute trying to get my key in the door to lock it again. Head was ringing like a church tower, felt ill and I was still lashed. Drank some water, let the cat in, went upstairs and watched the England match repeat in my room before going to bed at 3. Woke up this morning with the usual bad stomach, thought I was gonna throw up a couple of times, but so far I've managed to keep it down. Man, I'm a real lightweight. Stayed off college and I've so far spent the day watching the war coverage and Home & Away on C5. Still feel ill, but I've finally eaten. Had some Choco Shreddies! Overall, not a bad night out. Had a laugh, got way too drunk, almost got chinned and England won. Woo-ha.
Went to Whitley Bay, which is on the coast. We've ended up on the beaches there at 1am, totally drunk once or twice.
Anyway, had a can before we left mine, cruised down (on the, um... Metro) and went to the local Wetherspoons. Had a pint of the old Stella, and to speed things up we decided to get some spirits. I was up for straight up vodka, but the pitchers of vodka and Red Bull (gives you wings!) were pretty cheap. Got one with 12 shots in, so we had about 4 shots each. Fos and Wal both got phone calls and so they were being told what was happening in the England match. They both shouted "Beckham!" when he scored that penalty, since they'd both heard it at the same time. Everyone sort of looked at us, heh.
Went to another club/pub, and I got some triple vodkas in. Bardude put coke in, which I didn't want, but still, vodka is vodka. Had three of them and another pint. That's about 13 shots of vodka in about an hour, and I couldn't walk on my 16th birthday after just 9. I could feel I was drunk, not stumbling around, but I was pretty gone. Fos, who'd been drinking all day, was having trouble standing, so I had to hold him up at the bar. Looked pretty funny, me trying to hold up a 6"5 kid who's eyes were half closed.
We were sat talking to some lasses (one was a real stunner, looked like J-Lo) when this kid came up and said something to us. I laughed, because he was a dick, and he said "What you laughing at?" Wal did the talking and soon we were laughing and joking with him, but he was a right, um, *censored*, plain and simple. Called himself "Leech". What a moron. Had a go at me in the toilets, and at 11 when we went to a club, he kept having a go at Wal, as did some other kids. I thought I was gonna get jumped in the bogs when I went in and I heard someone shouting for Leech to come in. I could barely do my belt up, it's one of those weird ones, heh. Got out of there quickly. Wal was getting to trouble with yet another kid, they just kept coming up and starting trouble, thanks to the Dutch courage.
They must've thought we were on Es or something, the amount of water we were getting in to try and sober up Fos, heh. Every two minutes we were going to the bar to get three waters.
Place was pretty good, played rap music all night, so we were dancing like fools and singing along to it. That J-Lo look-alike was there, damn she was fine.
Wal wanted to knock half the people there out, so since it was last orders anyway, I said we should leave. I don't know how much good I'd have been if a fight broke out, I was pretty wasted.
Pushed to the front of the taxi-rank, rode to Wal's, Fos stayed there, I decided to walk home. Had to have a slash on a pathway halfway home, but it was 2am, so there weren't too many people about, heh. Stumbled in, spent about a minute trying to get my key in the door to lock it again. Head was ringing like a church tower, felt ill and I was still lashed. Drank some water, let the cat in, went upstairs and watched the England match repeat in my room before going to bed at 3. Woke up this morning with the usual bad stomach, thought I was gonna throw up a couple of times, but so far I've managed to keep it down. Man, I'm a real lightweight. Stayed off college and I've so far spent the day watching the war coverage and Home & Away on C5. Still feel ill, but I've finally eaten. Had some Choco Shreddies! Overall, not a bad night out. Had a laugh, got way too drunk, almost got chinned and England won. Woo-ha.