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First of all, go look in the SR site bugs forum to see how out of it I was. For some reason I felt the need to come on SR at almost 2 in the morning and talk about nothing at all. Rest assured, though, that I still love you all, it’s not only when I’m out of it.
It was a work night out last night, in honour of my manager leaving us next week. He's a bit of a **** but it was an excuse to drink. Which was nice.
After getting ready to the sounds of the Daredevil soundtrack, I got a lift from my brother (Metros are off because of strikes) and got into town.
I'd arranged to meet my friend (also called Andrew) and his friend from another team outside Burger King in Central Station at half 6. By 7:10, I was sick of waiting so went around the corner to Wetherspoons, where other people were meant to meet up. Only no-one was there. So at 7:25 I left and walked to where I *thought* the restaurant was (we were having a meal, only one person had actually been there before so we had to guess where we were going) Of course, being "the boy", I was damn right about where the restaurant was. My manager, Andrew and his mate Rhys and another mate Darren were the only ones there. We both asked each other where the hell we'd been. They'd gone to the Burger King NEAR Central Station (which in reality isn’t that close…) which I considered checking out just in case, but thought they couldn’t be that stupid. I swear, after all his fretting, all the directions I had to give him, all the assurances I'd be there, I thought it was impossible to mess it up.
15 people or so in our team, only four people there, and that's including the manager and the lad who isn't even in our team. Thankfully, the two girls who were organising it showed up, which relieved the somewhat homosexual aura we had going on. Ahem. Had a pint of something... not sure what it was. They looked nice, though. Which was nice.
Manager paid for the meal (only £50 all together) so of course the girls were like "Oh, he's not allowed to pay for any of his drinks all night!" Fine, if they want to pay for that.
So we left and went to an 80s club. ET, the Ghostbusters, the DeLorean and Adam Ant were on the walls. Well, photos of them at least. Very 80s. Andrew was trying his little 16 year old socks off to pull Catherine (one of the girls) and was probably doing quite well. Rhys was running off to the bogs every five minutes, and I'm sure our manager Geoff was trying to chat up Leanne. Scary. Left and went... somewhere. I think... All a little hazy after the 80s place, but I remember downing lots and lots of vodka. As in four shots per glass... Went... somewhere else and, er... what the hell happened? Hang on a minute... I dunno, we went somewhere else, and continued to drink. When I was downing my vodka (much to the amazement of Leanne) Andrew went to the bog and Catherine filled my now empty glass with nothing but Red Bull without telling him.
"What's this?"
"Vodka and Red Bull... I swear!"
He was too drunk to notice anyway.
Then we went somewhere else, where Darren lost some money on the bandits and Geoff sent Andrew and Rhys home (he said he just "suggested" it) Just as well, since Andrew was off his face by this time... after only three or so pints. And he'd made a big point about how Rhys couldn't handle HIS drink. Ah well, they're only 16, I was worse at that age.
I'm one of those lucky/unlucky people who can act totally sober around others, even going so far as to convince myself I'm sober... until I try to do something simple like stand up or drink from my glass. Had a cigar with Darren, which I always do when I'm drunk, and proceeded to lecture him on the greatness of Thailand... I think. I don't know, could've been telling him how to reinstall Windows for all I know. We shared a pitcher of vodka and Red Bull between the two of us (his idea, not mine, I like mine straight, yes - straight, like me, hur hur hur...) which would’ve had about 12 shots in.
Geoff disappeared, leaving Darren and myself and two fit birds. Which was nice. Lots of "Darren likes Leanne!" "Andrew (the other one, not me) likes Catherine" talk from Catherine and Leanne. I swear, work is like primary school...
Er... did something. Went to Buffalo Joe's (a cowboy themed bar, we went earlier but the queue was around the corner) and drank yet more vodka. Lost the girls, then lost Darren whilst looking for the girls. I decided it was time to go home. How I managed that, I have no idea, but running on pure instinct I found my way back to Central Station without as much as a pause to ask myself where the hell I was going. Somehow found my way into the taxi queue and proceeded to eavesdrop on the conversation in front of me. Got into a taxi, for once the driver knew where I lived without me having to list all the places NEAR it. Don't know if I zoned out, but I swear the fare was at 3 quid in a matter of seconds. Anyway, this was when I realised just how drunk I was. Managed to get to my street, unlock the door and then actually lock it again before letting the cat in and giving myself a pat on the back for managing to get home. Lots of "G, you the man." talk to myself in the mirror. My PC was left on so I decided I needed to put MSN on and post here at 1:40am... No, I can't think of a reason either.
My mate Nik messed with my head by saying my legendary mate Wal had called for me, when he doesn't have a clue who Wal really is. Either that, or I was typing messages to myself… Also talked to a mate from college, who was equally as unforgiving and baffled by my "iloveyouuuuuu" talk. Fell asleep around 2am, woke up at 6 by the cat wanting to be out. After only four hours I was still drunk as hell, and by now I was feeling ill. I have images in my mind of me throwing up, but I can't find any sick and I know I didn't leave my room, so I guess I was dreaming... weird.
Put the TV on, and watched an episode of Taz which is a REAL head **** when you're that drunk. Proceeded to channel hop for a few hours, before drunkenly putting Hot Shots on, then listening to the Daredevil soundtrack. Now it's 12, got to get a shower and have some food. And I'm supposed to be going to a strip club with The Wal and the posse later on today, as in within the next two hours. Yeah... On a Sunday... Yeah...
Anyhow, it was a good night. Uneventful in terms of the ladies, even though I looked damn good in my new NEXT shirt (hey, we can't all shop at Cruise) Shame the two other stunners didn't make it out, but I probably would've ended up drooling down their tops or something...
Haven't had a night out in months, and I honestly can't remember the last time I was that drunk, but I don't feel as bad as I usually do after a night out, and I was knocking back Stella like the boy, which is unusual for me. Guess I was trying to prove a point to the young'uns about how a REAL man drinks. Yeah, that's it...
It was a work night out last night, in honour of my manager leaving us next week. He's a bit of a **** but it was an excuse to drink. Which was nice.
After getting ready to the sounds of the Daredevil soundtrack, I got a lift from my brother (Metros are off because of strikes) and got into town.
I'd arranged to meet my friend (also called Andrew) and his friend from another team outside Burger King in Central Station at half 6. By 7:10, I was sick of waiting so went around the corner to Wetherspoons, where other people were meant to meet up. Only no-one was there. So at 7:25 I left and walked to where I *thought* the restaurant was (we were having a meal, only one person had actually been there before so we had to guess where we were going) Of course, being "the boy", I was damn right about where the restaurant was. My manager, Andrew and his mate Rhys and another mate Darren were the only ones there. We both asked each other where the hell we'd been. They'd gone to the Burger King NEAR Central Station (which in reality isn’t that close…) which I considered checking out just in case, but thought they couldn’t be that stupid. I swear, after all his fretting, all the directions I had to give him, all the assurances I'd be there, I thought it was impossible to mess it up.
15 people or so in our team, only four people there, and that's including the manager and the lad who isn't even in our team. Thankfully, the two girls who were organising it showed up, which relieved the somewhat homosexual aura we had going on. Ahem. Had a pint of something... not sure what it was. They looked nice, though. Which was nice.
Manager paid for the meal (only £50 all together) so of course the girls were like "Oh, he's not allowed to pay for any of his drinks all night!" Fine, if they want to pay for that.
So we left and went to an 80s club. ET, the Ghostbusters, the DeLorean and Adam Ant were on the walls. Well, photos of them at least. Very 80s. Andrew was trying his little 16 year old socks off to pull Catherine (one of the girls) and was probably doing quite well. Rhys was running off to the bogs every five minutes, and I'm sure our manager Geoff was trying to chat up Leanne. Scary. Left and went... somewhere. I think... All a little hazy after the 80s place, but I remember downing lots and lots of vodka. As in four shots per glass... Went... somewhere else and, er... what the hell happened? Hang on a minute... I dunno, we went somewhere else, and continued to drink. When I was downing my vodka (much to the amazement of Leanne) Andrew went to the bog and Catherine filled my now empty glass with nothing but Red Bull without telling him.
"What's this?"
"Vodka and Red Bull... I swear!"
He was too drunk to notice anyway.
Then we went somewhere else, where Darren lost some money on the bandits and Geoff sent Andrew and Rhys home (he said he just "suggested" it) Just as well, since Andrew was off his face by this time... after only three or so pints. And he'd made a big point about how Rhys couldn't handle HIS drink. Ah well, they're only 16, I was worse at that age.
I'm one of those lucky/unlucky people who can act totally sober around others, even going so far as to convince myself I'm sober... until I try to do something simple like stand up or drink from my glass. Had a cigar with Darren, which I always do when I'm drunk, and proceeded to lecture him on the greatness of Thailand... I think. I don't know, could've been telling him how to reinstall Windows for all I know. We shared a pitcher of vodka and Red Bull between the two of us (his idea, not mine, I like mine straight, yes - straight, like me, hur hur hur...) which would’ve had about 12 shots in.
Geoff disappeared, leaving Darren and myself and two fit birds. Which was nice. Lots of "Darren likes Leanne!" "Andrew (the other one, not me) likes Catherine" talk from Catherine and Leanne. I swear, work is like primary school...
Er... did something. Went to Buffalo Joe's (a cowboy themed bar, we went earlier but the queue was around the corner) and drank yet more vodka. Lost the girls, then lost Darren whilst looking for the girls. I decided it was time to go home. How I managed that, I have no idea, but running on pure instinct I found my way back to Central Station without as much as a pause to ask myself where the hell I was going. Somehow found my way into the taxi queue and proceeded to eavesdrop on the conversation in front of me. Got into a taxi, for once the driver knew where I lived without me having to list all the places NEAR it. Don't know if I zoned out, but I swear the fare was at 3 quid in a matter of seconds. Anyway, this was when I realised just how drunk I was. Managed to get to my street, unlock the door and then actually lock it again before letting the cat in and giving myself a pat on the back for managing to get home. Lots of "G, you the man." talk to myself in the mirror. My PC was left on so I decided I needed to put MSN on and post here at 1:40am... No, I can't think of a reason either.
My mate Nik messed with my head by saying my legendary mate Wal had called for me, when he doesn't have a clue who Wal really is. Either that, or I was typing messages to myself… Also talked to a mate from college, who was equally as unforgiving and baffled by my "iloveyouuuuuu" talk. Fell asleep around 2am, woke up at 6 by the cat wanting to be out. After only four hours I was still drunk as hell, and by now I was feeling ill. I have images in my mind of me throwing up, but I can't find any sick and I know I didn't leave my room, so I guess I was dreaming... weird.
Put the TV on, and watched an episode of Taz which is a REAL head **** when you're that drunk. Proceeded to channel hop for a few hours, before drunkenly putting Hot Shots on, then listening to the Daredevil soundtrack. Now it's 12, got to get a shower and have some food. And I'm supposed to be going to a strip club with The Wal and the posse later on today, as in within the next two hours. Yeah... On a Sunday... Yeah...
Anyhow, it was a good night. Uneventful in terms of the ladies, even though I looked damn good in my new NEXT shirt (hey, we can't all shop at Cruise) Shame the two other stunners didn't make it out, but I probably would've ended up drooling down their tops or something...
Haven't had a night out in months, and I honestly can't remember the last time I was that drunk, but I don't feel as bad as I usually do after a night out, and I was knocking back Stella like the boy, which is unusual for me. Guess I was trying to prove a point to the young'uns about how a REAL man drinks. Yeah, that's it...
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MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Put the TV on, and watched an episode of Taz which is a REAL head
> **** when you're that drunk.
This was the bit that really cracked me up.
> Put the TV on, and watched an episode of Taz which is a REAL head
> **** when you're that drunk.
This was the bit that really cracked me up.
you should hear what i call you lot behind your backs
Damn you.
Well then you're weird. What happened to nicknames?
I call my friends by their first names .
Well they're my new found work friends. And, quite surprisingly, Andrew calls all his friends by their first names... that's just... weird.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Bah, gotta go to work tomorrow. I didn't say goodbye to ANYONE -
> Andrew and Rhys left after talking to Geoff, I didn't say anything to
> him when he left, then we got split up in the last place. Darren
> could've stabbed a bouncer and ended up in a cell for all I know.
!!!
Real names?!
MY GOD!
> Bah, gotta go to work tomorrow. I didn't say goodbye to ANYONE -
> Andrew and Rhys left after talking to Geoff, I didn't say anything to
> him when he left, then we got split up in the last place. Darren
> could've stabbed a bouncer and ended up in a cell for all I know.
!!!
Real names?!
MY GOD!
People complain when I put my life up on the forums, people complain when I don't.
You people make me want to WRETCH!
*wretches*
Bah, gotta go to work tomorrow. I didn't say goodbye to ANYONE - Andrew and Rhys left after talking to Geoff, I didn't say anything to him when he left, then we got split up in the last place. Darren could've stabbed a bouncer and ended up in a cell for all I know.
You people make me want to WRETCH!
*wretches*
Bah, gotta go to work tomorrow. I didn't say goodbye to ANYONE - Andrew and Rhys left after talking to Geoff, I didn't say anything to him when he left, then we got split up in the last place. Darren could've stabbed a bouncer and ended up in a cell for all I know.
who me oh sorry i fell asleep reading it
I didn't read it but I'm sure you had a better night than I did.
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