So, here I am, tripping disgracefully into my 28th year and feeling decidedly ill today!
Friday night started out innocently enough. A couple of drinks in Elbow Room, then onto the Bedroom Bar with some old workmates (one of whom shares the same b'day as me). Unfortunately the Bedroom Bar was a bit too chilled out for 9 o'clock on a Friday so we ended up in some meat-market near Tower Hill. I swear there were about 15 men for every 1 girl in the place and the guys were so blatantly out for a shag with anyone that was willing! Still I got a few Buds down my neck, had a bit of a boogie and staggered home at about midnight.
Saturday was recover, relax, pressies and then out for dinner at a really nice Italian restaurant in Snaresbrook with Chicken (the new man in my life) and then on to the pub to meet with Mrs D, Mr D, Si and the rest of the gang for a few voddies. I didn't think I'd had that much to drink but apparently I had.
There were a few telltale signs this morning that maybe I was slightly worse for wear last night. Usual things you know, like no recollection of how the hell I got home, no recollection of how I got undressed, horrible flashbacks of me lying on Chicken's bed sobbing because I thought I was going to vomit (apparently the only way he could calm me down was by sitting on the floor next to me stroking my temples for about 15 minutes until I passed out! Damn I'm attractive!!)
The suffering was worth it though, I had a great time, got lots of fab pressies and tomorrow I am off to Dublin for 4 days which I am really looking forward to. Everything is packed and I am off to bed now even though its only 9.30 as I have to get up at 4.30am to get to Heathrow for our flight. Makes me tired just thinking about it *yawn*