Wednesday’s hangover was child’s play in comparison to todays.
Butty decided to purchase some Balkan Vodka, which after smelling it (and almost eroded our sense of smell) we thought the best way to drink it would be mixing it with a pitcher of Cheeky Vimto. NOT A GOOD IDEA. We only added a small amount, yet it killed the taste and had us absolutely fucked for the rest of the night.
Butty and I went our seperate ways, and I met up with some people who are going to be starting my uni on Monday, Natalie and Stuart. Both are awesome and I love them already. We decided to go to our student union bar and.. considering I was already sloshed, drinking an Amaretto and coke (and additionally spilling an entire glass D:), plus rounds of shots wasn’t the smartest of moves. I ended up falling asleep on a sofa, waking up to Natalie licking my face and a guy shaking my hand saying “Hi, Jemi (Natalie told him my name), it’s nice to see you fall asleep in public too, but seriously, wake up or people will start drawing on you.” To which I replied “OH GOD” and just rolled over so people couldn’t draw on me. XDDDD
We left to go to the Waterfront at 00:30, and I spent the rest of the night trying not to puke. Sitting in a bus stop at Prince of Wales road whilst Natalie and Stuart ate pizza, I saw Mr Kettle, my old ICT teacher (the one who helped me make my deadlines when I was failing) with not just one woman in his arms, but TWO. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. You playa, K-Dog!
Long story short, I left Natalie and Stuart at the front and I’ve since been battling a THUMPING HEADACHE.
Moral of the story? Do not drink Balkan Vodka, ever.
PS: I start university tomorrow. In the evening I am going to a farmer’s fancy dress party. I am promising myself not to drink, but I probably will. Wish me luck!
♥: Busy
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