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As you should be able to guess from the title, this is going to be about how my work's annual Christmas "Do" went last night, and how I did enjoy it. You may or may not be interested; but, to my surprise, there don't appear to be `too many´ others on these forums who have been willing to share their experiences during the season of goodwill... What's wrong with you people!? Surely some of you have been having a good time like I did...??
Anyway....
It all started with me struggling for a lift to get there. I phoned-around sort of last-minute on Monday, but was still struggling after discovering that the one-person I'd like to go with more than anyone (a ``female friend´´, of course!) didn't know exactly how they would be getting there, either! But she still helped me out, and in the end, it was the local ``Village Idiot´´ (literally!) who was going to get me there. And he did.
Now, he told me before-hand that he wasn't a `great´ driver and he didn't exactly know where the place was either; but he still managed to surprise me...
So, we're driving along; nearly there; lost; still with plenty of time to get there; on a long, straight, open road with very little traffic flowing; and then, *FLASH! FLASH!*, there goes a speed camera!
It was well sign-posted; we weren't in any kind of rush (if anything, he should've been going slower, since we were, sort of, "lost"); and yet, he still sees it right to do 42 in a 30mph residential area and get caught by one of the most obvious "money-makers" you are likely to come across in your years as a driver (even if it was on the other side of the road)! Muppet! :D
So, we did find the place thanks to some simple-but-hard-to-understand directions from a random Irish-bloke (who was probably drunk at 7:45pm, yes!), met some people there, got sorted, "bla bla bla".... And then it was the usual sat around a table with a 3-course meal and all that before the ever-inevitable (yet, somehow, always "enjoyable") disco and drinks, drinks and more drinks... And that's when it really started to get good.
Now, I'm not normally the type of person to drink more than one pint in the same night, but given the occasion, you can't really say `No´ when everyone else is, can you. But once I'd had one (Grolsch was my flavour-of-the-night, this time), I wanted more. And so, came another, and another, and some more genorously given to me from me mate and then (when I was thinking about calling it a night), our manager randomly bought me one, out-of-the-blue (like he does to everyone).
I only had four-or-five pints (I honestly can't remember the `exact´ number...), and yes, it did "affect" me, being an "irregular" drinker; but even though I was starting to feel a little un-co-ordinated and like I was going to fall-over a make a fool of myself, sooner-or-later, I felt really `good´, more relaxed, and seemed to enjoy myself more.
But, of course, I was by no-means the worst of the lot (no way!!). SO-many people had SO-much to drink. The idiots the made of themselves on the dance-floor (especially our manager! ;D ); the things some said that they'd regret if their wives/girlfriends found-out; the absolute-nonsese some of the most normal people starting saying to me.... I suppose that was what made it so good; knowing that, for once, I couldn't be on the wrong-end of as-such a "memorable" joke. :)
I'm still amazed no-one fell over; although, I nearly did, going to the toilet, for the hundred-and-fifteenth time. ;o And the waiter dropping the plates - right, smack-bang, in the middle of the room - as much as you can feel sorry for someone in a situation like that, it made great entertainment!! "WAA'EEEYYYY!!!" ;D
People getting drunk though... I still don't quite understand it.
Obviously, "Regulars" can `take-it´ a lot better than others, like myself. But although it does loosen you up, and you just do not care anymore (...) , I still can't really see why people want to risk it all, before-hand, never-knowing what could happen. Alright, it's good on the right occasion; but what about people who do it week-in, week-out?
And those blinding lights, along with the thumping music, didn't seem to help, either. I thought my drink was about to jump off the table!
The night went on, and on, and on ('til we left at about half-twelve). And some apparently went Clubbing - now, that really makes no-sense to me!! And by that time, I was really starting to feel bad. I wasn't completely "rat-arrssed", but I had that familiar feeling of being weak and `numb´; when even the smallest of maggots could knock you down with a feather. Just GETTING-UP to go to the toilet is bad-enough - especially when I was needing it, like, every-10-minutes! :S
And when someone talks to you... It's like your locked-away inside one of those spinning spheres, encased in a bubble, or something...!
Heh. I remember one-guy coming in when I was having a pee, and suddenly, somone let-rip in one of the cubicals. Farting is always a funny thing, but - like all things - it's even better when you're almost leg-less! You could even hear him laughing about it, in embarressment! :)
Back to the ride home... Everything seemed alright. The fact that a contact-lense had somehow fallen-out of the right-eye - disrupting my vision further! - only made me feel I was worse than I was; but I clearly wasn't as bad as the Muppet driving....
He'd still only had two-or-three pints, but even then, I don't know how even HE managed to make a right-turn BACK the way we'd just come; away from home!
`...Where the fock are we???´ `Going the wrong-way, you Muppet!!´
And because of his common idiocy, a 20-minute drive lasted the best-part of an hour! And even on the way home it got worse (for him, anyway!). "...What's that noise? 'E's not bein' sick, is 'e?!?" So, we pull-over, and there he is, next to me, covered in chunks with it covering the back of the car, too (luckily, not me, though! :D ).
It was too hard NOT to laugh! :D
"It was the fish!!" "Yes, Dan.... Nothing to do with the endless pints of Carling you were knocking back!" :D
Got home about half-one, and staggered through the front-door (almost walking straight into a hedge, would you believe!). Apparently, I left the door wide-open, too, as I went straight to bed, laughing, after what, I feel, was a great night-out - something I have dearly been missing for a while now.
Didn't like waking-up this morning, though. I hate how dry your mouth feels when you first get-up! Sod the minor headache, I just hate that taste!
But I haven't felt sick, once. I even woke-up at dead-on 6, and just lay there thinking about everything that had gone-on, and how great it all was. Especially the one girl I like, who, after smiling at me from across the room; I could swear she also kept looking-over at me, from time-to-time. We only had a quick natter, nothing that-special. But I will be staying in-contact with her over Christmas, now I have her mobile number! ;D It was a brilliant night. 3 cups-of-tea and two paracetamols later, and I feel fine, after getting-up at half-seven [it's all about "controlling yourself" under the influence of alchohol, I have also discovered]. I'm certain many others will be feeling much-worse, because they let themselves go, too far.
But I've got that bloody Justin "Trouserworm" song, `Seniorita´, stuck in my head, still.... "Gentlemen; goodnight. And laydeez..... `BOOGER OFF!!´"
Okay, so I may have waffled-on a bit-too-far, "once again". But hey, that's just me, on-line. The point is, Christmas is one of the best times of the year for enjoying yourself and getting within the true Christmas Spirit. Sod all the present-giving and all that; I still believe - and think this sort-of "proves" - being anything but alone is what Christmas is really all-about. You've just GOT to have fun; get around to see people and not let your oppurtunities pass.
So, go out there and enjoy the rest of your Christmas and the rest of 2003!
I've had a pretty cack year, really; but this is the perfect time to just forget about it all and enjoy all you do have available to you. Plus I've learnt how to Control my drink, too. :)
Have a Merry Christmas, everybody! :)
Anyway....
It all started with me struggling for a lift to get there. I phoned-around sort of last-minute on Monday, but was still struggling after discovering that the one-person I'd like to go with more than anyone (a ``female friend´´, of course!) didn't know exactly how they would be getting there, either! But she still helped me out, and in the end, it was the local ``Village Idiot´´ (literally!) who was going to get me there. And he did.
Now, he told me before-hand that he wasn't a `great´ driver and he didn't exactly know where the place was either; but he still managed to surprise me...
So, we're driving along; nearly there; lost; still with plenty of time to get there; on a long, straight, open road with very little traffic flowing; and then, *FLASH! FLASH!*, there goes a speed camera!
It was well sign-posted; we weren't in any kind of rush (if anything, he should've been going slower, since we were, sort of, "lost"); and yet, he still sees it right to do 42 in a 30mph residential area and get caught by one of the most obvious "money-makers" you are likely to come across in your years as a driver (even if it was on the other side of the road)! Muppet! :D
So, we did find the place thanks to some simple-but-hard-to-understand directions from a random Irish-bloke (who was probably drunk at 7:45pm, yes!), met some people there, got sorted, "bla bla bla".... And then it was the usual sat around a table with a 3-course meal and all that before the ever-inevitable (yet, somehow, always "enjoyable") disco and drinks, drinks and more drinks... And that's when it really started to get good.
Now, I'm not normally the type of person to drink more than one pint in the same night, but given the occasion, you can't really say `No´ when everyone else is, can you. But once I'd had one (Grolsch was my flavour-of-the-night, this time), I wanted more. And so, came another, and another, and some more genorously given to me from me mate and then (when I was thinking about calling it a night), our manager randomly bought me one, out-of-the-blue (like he does to everyone).
I only had four-or-five pints (I honestly can't remember the `exact´ number...), and yes, it did "affect" me, being an "irregular" drinker; but even though I was starting to feel a little un-co-ordinated and like I was going to fall-over a make a fool of myself, sooner-or-later, I felt really `good´, more relaxed, and seemed to enjoy myself more.
But, of course, I was by no-means the worst of the lot (no way!!). SO-many people had SO-much to drink. The idiots the made of themselves on the dance-floor (especially our manager! ;D ); the things some said that they'd regret if their wives/girlfriends found-out; the absolute-nonsese some of the most normal people starting saying to me.... I suppose that was what made it so good; knowing that, for once, I couldn't be on the wrong-end of as-such a "memorable" joke. :)
I'm still amazed no-one fell over; although, I nearly did, going to the toilet, for the hundred-and-fifteenth time. ;o And the waiter dropping the plates - right, smack-bang, in the middle of the room - as much as you can feel sorry for someone in a situation like that, it made great entertainment!! "WAA'EEEYYYY!!!" ;D
People getting drunk though... I still don't quite understand it.
Obviously, "Regulars" can `take-it´ a lot better than others, like myself. But although it does loosen you up, and you just do not care anymore (...) , I still can't really see why people want to risk it all, before-hand, never-knowing what could happen. Alright, it's good on the right occasion; but what about people who do it week-in, week-out?
And those blinding lights, along with the thumping music, didn't seem to help, either. I thought my drink was about to jump off the table!
The night went on, and on, and on ('til we left at about half-twelve). And some apparently went Clubbing - now, that really makes no-sense to me!! And by that time, I was really starting to feel bad. I wasn't completely "rat-arrssed", but I had that familiar feeling of being weak and `numb´; when even the smallest of maggots could knock you down with a feather. Just GETTING-UP to go to the toilet is bad-enough - especially when I was needing it, like, every-10-minutes! :S
And when someone talks to you... It's like your locked-away inside one of those spinning spheres, encased in a bubble, or something...!
Heh. I remember one-guy coming in when I was having a pee, and suddenly, somone let-rip in one of the cubicals. Farting is always a funny thing, but - like all things - it's even better when you're almost leg-less! You could even hear him laughing about it, in embarressment! :)
Back to the ride home... Everything seemed alright. The fact that a contact-lense had somehow fallen-out of the right-eye - disrupting my vision further! - only made me feel I was worse than I was; but I clearly wasn't as bad as the Muppet driving....
He'd still only had two-or-three pints, but even then, I don't know how even HE managed to make a right-turn BACK the way we'd just come; away from home!
`...Where the fock are we???´ `Going the wrong-way, you Muppet!!´
And because of his common idiocy, a 20-minute drive lasted the best-part of an hour! And even on the way home it got worse (for him, anyway!). "...What's that noise? 'E's not bein' sick, is 'e?!?" So, we pull-over, and there he is, next to me, covered in chunks with it covering the back of the car, too (luckily, not me, though! :D ).
It was too hard NOT to laugh! :D
"It was the fish!!" "Yes, Dan.... Nothing to do with the endless pints of Carling you were knocking back!" :D
Got home about half-one, and staggered through the front-door (almost walking straight into a hedge, would you believe!). Apparently, I left the door wide-open, too, as I went straight to bed, laughing, after what, I feel, was a great night-out - something I have dearly been missing for a while now.
Didn't like waking-up this morning, though. I hate how dry your mouth feels when you first get-up! Sod the minor headache, I just hate that taste!
But I haven't felt sick, once. I even woke-up at dead-on 6, and just lay there thinking about everything that had gone-on, and how great it all was. Especially the one girl I like, who, after smiling at me from across the room; I could swear she also kept looking-over at me, from time-to-time. We only had a quick natter, nothing that-special. But I will be staying in-contact with her over Christmas, now I have her mobile number! ;D It was a brilliant night. 3 cups-of-tea and two paracetamols later, and I feel fine, after getting-up at half-seven [it's all about "controlling yourself" under the influence of alchohol, I have also discovered]. I'm certain many others will be feeling much-worse, because they let themselves go, too far.
But I've got that bloody Justin "Trouserworm" song, `Seniorita´, stuck in my head, still.... "Gentlemen; goodnight. And laydeez..... `BOOGER OFF!!´"
Okay, so I may have waffled-on a bit-too-far, "once again". But hey, that's just me, on-line. The point is, Christmas is one of the best times of the year for enjoying yourself and getting within the true Christmas Spirit. Sod all the present-giving and all that; I still believe - and think this sort-of "proves" - being anything but alone is what Christmas is really all-about. You've just GOT to have fun; get around to see people and not let your oppurtunities pass.
So, go out there and enjoy the rest of your Christmas and the rest of 2003!
I've had a pretty cack year, really; but this is the perfect time to just forget about it all and enjoy all you do have available to you. Plus I've learnt how to Control my drink, too. :)
Have a Merry Christmas, everybody! :)
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Hey, MoJoJoJo!
How's your mate who got buggered on his way back from Thailand doing? ;D
I never really noticed it before (since I usually drink something else; a little "weaker"), but Grolsch is, I suppose, quite strong compared to most beers. But I'm one of those people who, thankfully, knows when one-more is too-much. And it's bound to hit me harder, anyway; since I only ever really drink alchohol when the "occasion's" right.
How's your mate who got buggered on his way back from Thailand doing? ;D
I never really noticed it before (since I usually drink something else; a little "weaker"), but Grolsch is, I suppose, quite strong compared to most beers. But I'm one of those people who, thankfully, knows when one-more is too-much. And it's bound to hit me harder, anyway; since I only ever really drink alchohol when the "occasion's" right.
Jive wrote:
> Plus I wouldn't even get in a car with someone who I knew had had too
> much to drink, especially at this time of year.
>
> Solskjar probably isn't / wasn't aware of how much his
> "village-idiot" friend had had to drink....could be you in
> that picture next!
>
> I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
so if he isn't/wasn't aware of how much he had to drink, where did you get 2-3 pints from?
I am fully aware of the dangers of drink driving, and do disapprove of it, it can cause death and heartache for all concerned, but showing pictures of people who have been heavily disfigured is hardly likely to stop people doing it, in my opinion. Do warning signs on cigarette packets stop people from smoking?
If these advertising trends continue, we'll have a picture of some poor sap, horribly mutilated, on just about every product we buy from the shop. A picture of some 4 year old kid who has swallowed bleach on a domestos bottle perhaps? Or maybe a picture of a quadraplegic guy slapped on the front of a woodchipping machine?
It's a thoughtless form of shock advertising, and one that I think should be abolished.
> Plus I wouldn't even get in a car with someone who I knew had had too
> much to drink, especially at this time of year.
>
> Solskjar probably isn't / wasn't aware of how much his
> "village-idiot" friend had had to drink....could be you in
> that picture next!
>
> I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
so if he isn't/wasn't aware of how much he had to drink, where did you get 2-3 pints from?
I am fully aware of the dangers of drink driving, and do disapprove of it, it can cause death and heartache for all concerned, but showing pictures of people who have been heavily disfigured is hardly likely to stop people doing it, in my opinion. Do warning signs on cigarette packets stop people from smoking?
If these advertising trends continue, we'll have a picture of some poor sap, horribly mutilated, on just about every product we buy from the shop. A picture of some 4 year old kid who has swallowed bleach on a domestos bottle perhaps? Or maybe a picture of a quadraplegic guy slapped on the front of a woodchipping machine?
It's a thoughtless form of shock advertising, and one that I think should be abolished.
Jive wrote:
"Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink..."
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Heh!
If you knew him, you'd know that "rethinking" isn't something he is good at doing! Better yet; he struggles enough to just THINK on his own!! ;D
Had to keep phoning-and-phoning him about giving me a lift!
"Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink..."
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Heh!
If you knew him, you'd know that "rethinking" isn't something he is good at doing! Better yet; he struggles enough to just THINK on his own!! ;D
Had to keep phoning-and-phoning him about giving me a lift!
Jive wrote:
> I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
not even the team behind making The Hulk?
> I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
not even the team behind making The Hulk?
All that from 5 or 6 pints? Though with Grolsch, anything is possible. We only had 5 or 6 pints of the stuff at my mate's 19th a year ago, and some of us ended up stealing bowling pins and smashing up bus shelters.
Anyway, I *would* be drinking, but I'm still recovering from tonsillitus, and haven't had a pint for over a week. My mate Fos has been constantly calling us whilst drunk, to inform us that he is drunk, and to invite us out, despite it being close to closing time.
Anyway, my mate The Wal phoned earlier, still at work, and we're going out in a day or two for something cheap, since the posse hasn't been together since last Saturday. The night we saw a bloke take a *hoo har* up his *cha cha*
Anyway, I *would* be drinking, but I'm still recovering from tonsillitus, and haven't had a pint for over a week. My mate Fos has been constantly calling us whilst drunk, to inform us that he is drunk, and to invite us out, despite it being close to closing time.
Anyway, my mate The Wal phoned earlier, still at work, and we're going out in a day or two for something cheap, since the posse hasn't been together since last Saturday. The night we saw a bloke take a *hoo har* up his *cha cha*
Plus I wouldn't even get in a car with someone who I knew had had too much to drink, especially at this time of year.
Solskjar probably isn't / wasn't aware of how much his "village-idiot" friend had had to drink....could be you in that picture next!
I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
Solskjar probably isn't / wasn't aware of how much his "village-idiot" friend had had to drink....could be you in that picture next!
I hope it isn't and wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
Nope, not the moral police, just was a bit shocked when it was mentioned that he'd had 2 or 3 pints.....plus already being caught speeding and that was before drinking.
Jive wrote:
> Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other
> people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink
> having 2 or 3 pints!
who are you, the moral police? I think everyone is fully aware of what crashing a car can do to people, whether under the influence of alcohol or not.
> Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other
> people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink
> having 2 or 3 pints!
who are you, the moral police? I think everyone is fully aware of what crashing a car can do to people, whether under the influence of alcohol or not.
Nice to see your mate drink driving!
Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink having 2 or 3 pints!
http://www.onlyinternet.net/bmeyer/drunkdriving.htm
Have a look at this site to see what drink driving car do to other people, maybe get your mate to have a look and perhaps he'll rethink having 2 or 3 pints!
http://www.onlyinternet.net/bmeyer/drunkdriving.htm
Merry Christmas, may it be filled with joy and happyness. :^)
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