Drink, Deansy Boys & Dehydration!

Well, yet again I have proved just how retarded I can be!!! Note to self, do NOT get totally hammered two nights in a row. So... where to begin with this one?

It all started by polishing off the remenants of the chilli from Friday, along with the necessary lager to quench the flames. The fact that this is enough to fill an olympic sized swimming pool may be where it all started to go wrong. Especially when we decided we were still hungry and went back for seconds. In the usual attempt to keep the costs below that which small African nations spend on AK47s this was followed by more drinking at home. Strangley accompanied by both of us saying we didn't want to get that drunk. :-S

Irish coffees peped us up a little, followed by a change of venue to Paul's and some up beat music. Taxi was booked, for 5 minutes tiem, and we waited with baited breath. It was now 1045. at 1100 taxi was chased up. Then at 1115, and 1130. Finally at 1140 it arrived. Long chat with Deansy boy driver established that he'd not been busy or had any radio bookings for an hour! So what ahd happened to our taxi???

Now let me tell you arriving at a club an hour and fifteen minutes before its due to close is not a good idea. It mean we had to drink some sambuca to console ourselves. So I ordered 4, 2 each. MISTAKE! This was exacerbated by Paul also doing the same and getting some whiskey cokes to wash it all down with. This put us on the £25 budget, but seriously this wasn't an issue. Anymore alcohol and my system would have been so saturated the would have been a major risk of spontaneous combustion had I gone near a spark, and there were a lot of cigarettes being waved dangerously on the dance floor by other people!

Usual mixture of crazed dancing, giggling and pissed conversations ensued. All fine and dandy. Then it was home time... And that meant another taxi!

Taxi was booked and due in 20 mins. After 35 it was chased, then again after 45. Eventually taxi arrived after stroppy conversation with girl on dispatch. Who I might add I think was the same one from earlier. Had a proper rant at the taxi driver about the service, which was also shite on Friday night and queried what was going on. He suggested we phone the manager, but the earlier driver had given us the name of the managing director. One guess who's getting a call from me on Monday ;-) Ruin my nights out at the weekend, I think not. He he!

Overall though, a canny night out. topped off by food and more whiskey at the end. I only know this because there are dirty plates everywhere and a half glass of whiskey. Not the kind of things you wanna deal with when you're hung over. But this is the price we pay.

Today has been one of disappointment. Schumacher crashed out in the GP, parental phoned at 1000 (when I should have been sleeping) and insisted on chatting for an hour about his trip to Africa. I on the other hand tried not to still sound pissed, I dont think I did very well. Tonight, I forsee lazy TV, (Undergrads probably) and I quite fancy a curry, but I'll have to talk my stomach into it. Every time I mention food it growls at me. Between you and me I dont think it like alcohol all that much.

Posted by Russ at April 2, 2006 07:45 PM