well, that was fun. just finished
- a coffee cake
- chocolate orange brownie cakes
- dark and white chocolate mousse cups
- chocolate truffles
my arms are actually killing me now. think i will end up with an arm that would make Schwarzenner weep. of course he's probably doing alot of weeping atm as it is anyways!
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Friday, 14 May 2010
Glasgow Take 2
So.... exam on the 26th but i can't muster up the Fear yet. There are 6 questions on the 6 different topics and I only have to answer 2. Not happening.
Robbie and I have worked out that we have been out at least once a week since the 8th of April. Then there were the birthdays, Final Fling and the Sports Ball.
Originally I was not planning on going out, I still had a residue cough from Final Fling on the Saturday but I'm easily persuaded. Ran home to change and met Nick and Robbie at the station. We got the express train over to Glasgow so we had about 25 minutes to finish our drink... Nick and Robbie almost finished theres in the last 10 minutes of the journey while I was trying not to gag over my wine. When we arrived at the station, Stef hadn't arrived yet, so we sat there and drank the rest of the booze between us. Robbie called Dave and said that if he wanted to leave the suitcase at Stef's he better come now. Dave was having a nice dinner with his Grandparents and cousin at the time so when he got the call he literally bolted from the table and ran to the station only to find that none of us had actually called Stef yet.
Stef arrived and we all threw our stuff into Stef's mom's car and went our merry way to Whetherspoon's for pre-drinks. Stef and Nick went straight for the jaeger bombs, while Robbie and I decided a pitcher of something called MonsterMash was the way to go. Placed closed at 12ish so we made our way to Kushion. On the way met Ally who pointed us in the right direction and then we got free tickets for Kushion about a block from the place. When we went in we were each given a raffle ticket and the prize would be two Rihanna tickets at the SECC next week. Ignoring that we headed straight to the bar where we were absolutely delighted to find out that drinks were a pound. Fuck yeah!
Robbie and I proceeded to perve on the cute bartender with Robbie asking the other bartender each time we were up if 'he was still gay' and for him to 'hurry and gay up'. We kept on having tequila shots WITHOUT the lime because they ran out so we had to chase that with a vodka coke which made me almost sick. Halfway through the night, the raffle was drawn and Robbie won the Rihanna tickets! Despite the fact he hated Rihanna and how she ruined summer for him because of her Umbrella song.
By the end of the night we were pretty wasted, we had about 3 tequila shots, 2 sour shots, countless vodka cokes and all the booze we had drank before hand. HOW were we still alive? While waiting outside for Stef, Nick and Dave to get their jackets, Robbie and I were basically loitering about when a guy started chatting to me. We talked for a bit and then said by and Robbie was like 'Why didn't you go with him!? He was into you!' How highschool of you, Robbie. And I was 'Dude, go after him for me then' sarcastically, forgetting that when Robbie is drunk, Robbie is easily manipulated. Robbie ran after him and unsure which one he actually was, he ran past them and then doubled back.
Meanwhile Stef, Nick and Dave came out and we grabbed Robbie and started on our way to the line of chippies. Robbie reported that the guy was leaving for Singapore tomorrow (which I have told him already) and that it wouldn't be fair on me. I was just too busy trying to keep up with Robbie as he ran LITERALLY ran towards the chippy. We must have ran into 4 four them and they kept on running out. Totally gutted. But we persevered in the end although I didn't get my crunchy pizza :(
The next day, Dave had to catch a flight from Prestwick down to London, so Robbie and I accompanied him to the station and got the first train back to Stirling. While hanging off the chairs, Dan called. He, too, had been out the night before with the hockey team in Stirling and he sounded rough. We agreed to our usual lunch at our new Hangover Hangout - Cape. But since Robbie and I had decided to shower first, we would call Dan. But when we arrived we decided to grab something to eat first instead but Dan refused to pick up. So we went to Dan's flat to get him (and also because Robbie said he wanted to drop a bomb). Robbie buzzed since I wasn't sure which one he lived in. Some passing chav went 'just go in, mate' and Robbie busted the door and we were in. Safe. When we got up to his floor, Robbie realised he had been buzzing the flat next door instead. Dick. Will answered the door in his hoody and underwear and insisted on giving me a hug. Dan was still comatosed on the bed so we trooped into the living room, which looked like a bomb had exploded and left bottles everywhere. Will started bustling about the place, putting the kettle on and started to clean up. Robbie stood up and declared that he was going to use their toilet because he was at the stage where it was literally half out and that there was nothing Will could do about this. I listened to him stomp his way through and about 10 seconds later I heard Robbie's mournful wail 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'. Turns out their flat had run out of toilet paper.
So Will said he'll get it for Robbie and proceeded to flaff about for a further 15 minutes before he went downstairs to the shop. Dan eventually got up and curled up next to Robbie on the sofa afterwards, cradling a giant mug of tea. It took us close to 2 hours before we went to Niall's across the street. During this time, we talked about Rick's ball being kicked in when he was a kid by a cow, Rick drowning kittens, Dan passing out on his bed, Rick talking about farming with some girl and the general wonderful invention known as paracetamol.
So exam in 2 weeks time and I'm out again next thursday. FML
Robbie and I have worked out that we have been out at least once a week since the 8th of April. Then there were the birthdays, Final Fling and the Sports Ball.
Originally I was not planning on going out, I still had a residue cough from Final Fling on the Saturday but I'm easily persuaded. Ran home to change and met Nick and Robbie at the station. We got the express train over to Glasgow so we had about 25 minutes to finish our drink... Nick and Robbie almost finished theres in the last 10 minutes of the journey while I was trying not to gag over my wine. When we arrived at the station, Stef hadn't arrived yet, so we sat there and drank the rest of the booze between us. Robbie called Dave and said that if he wanted to leave the suitcase at Stef's he better come now. Dave was having a nice dinner with his Grandparents and cousin at the time so when he got the call he literally bolted from the table and ran to the station only to find that none of us had actually called Stef yet.
Stef arrived and we all threw our stuff into Stef's mom's car and went our merry way to Whetherspoon's for pre-drinks. Stef and Nick went straight for the jaeger bombs, while Robbie and I decided a pitcher of something called MonsterMash was the way to go. Placed closed at 12ish so we made our way to Kushion. On the way met Ally who pointed us in the right direction and then we got free tickets for Kushion about a block from the place. When we went in we were each given a raffle ticket and the prize would be two Rihanna tickets at the SECC next week. Ignoring that we headed straight to the bar where we were absolutely delighted to find out that drinks were a pound. Fuck yeah!
Robbie and I proceeded to perve on the cute bartender with Robbie asking the other bartender each time we were up if 'he was still gay' and for him to 'hurry and gay up'. We kept on having tequila shots WITHOUT the lime because they ran out so we had to chase that with a vodka coke which made me almost sick. Halfway through the night, the raffle was drawn and Robbie won the Rihanna tickets! Despite the fact he hated Rihanna and how she ruined summer for him because of her Umbrella song.
By the end of the night we were pretty wasted, we had about 3 tequila shots, 2 sour shots, countless vodka cokes and all the booze we had drank before hand. HOW were we still alive? While waiting outside for Stef, Nick and Dave to get their jackets, Robbie and I were basically loitering about when a guy started chatting to me. We talked for a bit and then said by and Robbie was like 'Why didn't you go with him!? He was into you!' How highschool of you, Robbie. And I was 'Dude, go after him for me then' sarcastically, forgetting that when Robbie is drunk, Robbie is easily manipulated. Robbie ran after him and unsure which one he actually was, he ran past them and then doubled back.
Meanwhile Stef, Nick and Dave came out and we grabbed Robbie and started on our way to the line of chippies. Robbie reported that the guy was leaving for Singapore tomorrow (which I have told him already) and that it wouldn't be fair on me. I was just too busy trying to keep up with Robbie as he ran LITERALLY ran towards the chippy. We must have ran into 4 four them and they kept on running out. Totally gutted. But we persevered in the end although I didn't get my crunchy pizza :(
The next day, Dave had to catch a flight from Prestwick down to London, so Robbie and I accompanied him to the station and got the first train back to Stirling. While hanging off the chairs, Dan called. He, too, had been out the night before with the hockey team in Stirling and he sounded rough. We agreed to our usual lunch at our new Hangover Hangout - Cape. But since Robbie and I had decided to shower first, we would call Dan. But when we arrived we decided to grab something to eat first instead but Dan refused to pick up. So we went to Dan's flat to get him (and also because Robbie said he wanted to drop a bomb). Robbie buzzed since I wasn't sure which one he lived in. Some passing chav went 'just go in, mate' and Robbie busted the door and we were in. Safe. When we got up to his floor, Robbie realised he had been buzzing the flat next door instead. Dick. Will answered the door in his hoody and underwear and insisted on giving me a hug. Dan was still comatosed on the bed so we trooped into the living room, which looked like a bomb had exploded and left bottles everywhere. Will started bustling about the place, putting the kettle on and started to clean up. Robbie stood up and declared that he was going to use their toilet because he was at the stage where it was literally half out and that there was nothing Will could do about this. I listened to him stomp his way through and about 10 seconds later I heard Robbie's mournful wail 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'. Turns out their flat had run out of toilet paper.
So Will said he'll get it for Robbie and proceeded to flaff about for a further 15 minutes before he went downstairs to the shop. Dan eventually got up and curled up next to Robbie on the sofa afterwards, cradling a giant mug of tea. It took us close to 2 hours before we went to Niall's across the street. During this time, we talked about Rick's ball being kicked in when he was a kid by a cow, Rick drowning kittens, Dan passing out on his bed, Rick talking about farming with some girl and the general wonderful invention known as paracetamol.
So exam in 2 weeks time and I'm out again next thursday. FML
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Its been awhile!
I realise I've been really bad at updating this thing. Not only because of my damn dissertation and this essay, but because I had to prepare for the Sports Ball, Grad Ball and the Final Fling.
First thing off my chest was the dissertation. I finished it a day early so I could go out on the Thursday. Managed to rope in Stef (who had also finished her dissertation), Robbie, Gill, Josh and Nick. Since we had work, Stef and I didn't start drinking until 8 and even then we weren't drinking that fast. We had a bottle of vodka to share between us two and Robbie, so there was no way we were going to be drunk. And a bottle of Mickey Finns. And some wine. But yeah, by the time we went out around 12ish, the alcohol was definitely tickling our brains, but good ol' Rachel was driving up to uni at MIDNIGHT to pickup Myles (aka My Boner from now on) so she dropped us off at FUBAR.
Next morning, Nick had work at 11, so he disappeared early-ish. Gill and Josh were up at uni while Stef and I were dealing with a hangover from hell. It was also the Sports Ball on this wonderful day and we were seriously contemplating just drinking to make the pain stop. Its a very fine line between alcoholism and sobriety when you are at uni. Met Robbie for lunch in town and he was equally as hungover. Afterwards, we all hurried back to our place to get ready because Gill beleived it would take over 2 hours to do my hair. It took her 45 minutes. So I ended up sitting there with my hair all done for AGES. We ordered a taxi for uni and that bastard didn't show up for ages so we got another one. First thing I did when I got off the taxi? Drop my bottle of wine. I'm such a klutz. Met My Boner & Co. on the way to the campus shop for another bottle of wine and he handed me a bottle of beer.
So there we were, standing outside the MacRobert Theatre, on campus, waiting for the coaches to arrive, all dressed in our finery.... and swigging alchohol from the bottle. Yep, we're pure Class. I didn't even start on my bottle of wine until we were ON the coach, so I necked it in 20 minutes and when we got to the hotel, there was a champagne reception! Met a new friend from netball, where we decided to down our first glass of champagne so we could get another one. By the time we were seated, I'm pretty sure I was VERY drunk. Basically had to throw up before the second course and just continued drinking. Gazal would've been so proud. All during this, MY HANGOVER WAS STILL THERE. None of this, 'oh your hangover would be gone when you drink again', that's absolute balls. In effect, I had a two day hangover.
The next morning, Fiona wanted me to go out again. And truth be told, it this was back in first year, I would've said yes. but sadly enough I'm not 18 anymore. I'm 21. A lightweight. And am I(hopefully) off the booze until Final Fling, where this year I shall again drink 1 x bottle of wine, 7 x double vodkas, X number of shots, steal someone elses taxi and wake up still drunk at 4PM the next day with my contacts still in.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
What happened?
So last night was the start of Re:Freshers 2010. Meaning its our last freshers ever :( So to commemorate such a joyous occassion, Robbie, Stef and I decided to do long islands as a pre-drink. Stef's recipe called for rum, vodka, triple sec and gin. And because we didn't have anything to measure with, we just used the bottle caps. We poured 1 capful of Cointreau and decided that it was a pitiful looking attempt. So we decided to go for 2 capfuls. Our recipe for a lip-numbing drink is 2 x shots of gin, vodka, rum and Cointreau. Each. Oh and a dash of coke and a lemon for decoration.
We had 3 cups before heading out and while in line, we met Cathy, who dragged us over to her flat about 1 minute away and did shots of Jaeger there as well. Then ran back to the queue and got into the club. Got chatted up at the bar by some dude and who just basically plyed me with drinks. Everything afterwards just consisted of massive memory blanks at certain time. Frig.
Met up with Robbie for work and I have never seen him look that sick before. Actually I'm sure I have before. Apparently he had a meeting with his dissertation supervisor this morning (well it was 2, but as a student that equates to a morning) and he just spent that meeting staring at her like a zombie while she leaned slightly away from him due to the smell of booze oozing out of his pores.
We worked out while procrastinating at work that the last time Robbie was sick and felt this bad was in Slovenia. Where he was sleeping on the top bunk and had to run to the toilet to throw up. Three times. And the third time he was just hanging onto the toilet bowl, gagging while crying at the same time. This was when we started drinking at 9:30 in the morning for Stef's 21st because we misinterpreted a 'happy hour' sign. Rather than the cheap booze for sale between the times of 7:30AM to 10AM as we originally anticipated, it was actually for the coffee. Whoops. Should have realised that really!
Booze intake last night
The equivalent of 21 shots in 2 hours, 3 Jaeger shots and 6 double vodka oranges. HOW AM I NOT DEAD?!?!?
We had 3 cups before heading out and while in line, we met Cathy, who dragged us over to her flat about 1 minute away and did shots of Jaeger there as well. Then ran back to the queue and got into the club. Got chatted up at the bar by some dude and who just basically plyed me with drinks. Everything afterwards just consisted of massive memory blanks at certain time. Frig.
Met up with Robbie for work and I have never seen him look that sick before. Actually I'm sure I have before. Apparently he had a meeting with his dissertation supervisor this morning (well it was 2, but as a student that equates to a morning) and he just spent that meeting staring at her like a zombie while she leaned slightly away from him due to the smell of booze oozing out of his pores.
We worked out while procrastinating at work that the last time Robbie was sick and felt this bad was in Slovenia. Where he was sleeping on the top bunk and had to run to the toilet to throw up. Three times. And the third time he was just hanging onto the toilet bowl, gagging while crying at the same time. This was when we started drinking at 9:30 in the morning for Stef's 21st because we misinterpreted a 'happy hour' sign. Rather than the cheap booze for sale between the times of 7:30AM to 10AM as we originally anticipated, it was actually for the coffee. Whoops. Should have realised that really!
Booze intake last night
The equivalent of 21 shots in 2 hours, 3 Jaeger shots and 6 double vodka oranges. HOW AM I NOT DEAD?!?!?
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Someone's Gonna Poach Ma List!
So, after work today, Robbie and I decided to hit Laura's flat for the Scotland v. Wales match since O'Neill's (now renamed Nialls) was jampacked with Celtic fans who were out for a full day drinking binge. Scotland was leading when we arrived. But somehow those Welsh bastards managed to pull their game together and during the last 3 minutes,while I was busily flicking through a Heat magazine, Robbie was cringing behind his neon pink Mickey Mouse plate, Alex was being all manly by shouting a few non-sensical half sentences and Laura was climbing about the sofa like a chinchilla on LSD, Wales managed to score and so Scotland lost. Meh, doesn't really bother me.
Worked out the other day that there are currently 9 movies out in the cinema that we really want to see, so Robbie worked out that if we go at 9:30am we can finish at least 6 of those films. I had to put my foot down on this, as the 9:30 suggestion was for Astro-Boy no less. No way, José! In the end, never did make it to the cinema since Robbie was hungover.
The previous day, was just conditioning my hair when the water went off. It was about 2 degrees outside (which in our toilet translates to about -2 since its normally colder INSIDE than outside....) and Scotland has hard water, meaning it takes longer to wash off soapy suds. Ended up hanging over the sink and washing my hair out in the freezing cold.
Since I HAVE to wash my hair every day, else I get ansty, I popped round Robbie's to use their shower (which is fair enough, since the boys are normally passed out at ours). As I was drying my hair in the living room, with Robbie wrapped up in his Assassin's Creed bathrobe-ripoff, he turned to me and said "This is waay too domestic". To which I heartily agreed and immediately called the plumber to fix our shower.
St. Valentines Day tomorrow. Which means a lovely dinner with Robbie, Kirsty and Alex at Mediterranea and then getting absolutely pissed at Pub Quiz. Boo-Yah!
Worked out the other day that there are currently 9 movies out in the cinema that we really want to see, so Robbie worked out that if we go at 9:30am we can finish at least 6 of those films. I had to put my foot down on this, as the 9:30 suggestion was for Astro-Boy no less. No way, José! In the end, never did make it to the cinema since Robbie was hungover.
The previous day, was just conditioning my hair when the water went off. It was about 2 degrees outside (which in our toilet translates to about -2 since its normally colder INSIDE than outside....) and Scotland has hard water, meaning it takes longer to wash off soapy suds. Ended up hanging over the sink and washing my hair out in the freezing cold.
Since I HAVE to wash my hair every day, else I get ansty, I popped round Robbie's to use their shower (which is fair enough, since the boys are normally passed out at ours). As I was drying my hair in the living room, with Robbie wrapped up in his Assassin's Creed bathrobe-ripoff, he turned to me and said "This is waay too domestic". To which I heartily agreed and immediately called the plumber to fix our shower.
St. Valentines Day tomorrow. Which means a lovely dinner with Robbie, Kirsty and Alex at Mediterranea and then getting absolutely pissed at Pub Quiz. Boo-Yah!
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Procrastination at its finest...
Actually maybe not. I've decided that part of my procrastination routine always involves me looking up the news. I've gotten to the part where its just to desperate. I've started looking at the bloody stock market again. How low can I go? Quite a bit!
To illustrate this, I have compiled a list of the men who will be on My List. Like in Friends. I've also realised that, yes, I have turned into one of THOSE girls. Fuck. Whatever man.
Prospect #1 - Kris Letang
Hockey Defenseman for the Pittsburgh Penguins.
Do you not agree with me?
Prospect #2 - Vincent Lecavalier
Hockey Centre for the Tampa Bay Lightnings
Those cheek bones, that stare!!
Prospect #3 - Henrik Lundqvist
Goalie for the New York Rangers
O.M.G.
Prospect #4 - Rodrigo Santoro
Actor (Love Actually, 300, that Chanel advert with Nicole Kidman)
Words can't describe....
Prospect #5 - Ben Barnes
Actor (Stardust, Dorian Gray)
Jay-sus
Prospect #6 - Jensen Ackles
Actor (Supernatural)
Those eyes, those arms, that BODY
Prospect #7 - Jared Paladecki
Actor (Supernatural)
Body.
That's all I can think of at the moment. Its hard to think properly, especially when one's got a blocked nose and teary eyes.
To illustrate this, I have compiled a list of the men who will be on My List. Like in Friends. I've also realised that, yes, I have turned into one of THOSE girls. Fuck. Whatever man.
Prospect #1 - Kris Letang
Hockey Defenseman for the Pittsburgh Penguins.
Do you not agree with me?
Prospect #2 - Vincent Lecavalier
Hockey Centre for the Tampa Bay Lightnings
Those cheek bones, that stare!!
Prospect #3 - Henrik Lundqvist
Goalie for the New York Rangers
O.M.G.
Prospect #4 - Rodrigo Santoro
Actor (Love Actually, 300, that Chanel advert with Nicole Kidman)
Words can't describe....
Prospect #5 - Ben Barnes
Actor (Stardust, Dorian Gray)
Jay-sus
Prospect #6 - Jensen Ackles
Actor (Supernatural)
Those eyes, those arms, that BODY
Prospect #7 - Jared Paladecki
Actor (Supernatural)
Body.
That's all I can think of at the moment. Its hard to think properly, especially when one's got a blocked nose and teary eyes.
Friday, 29 January 2010
Exercise is bad for you
Went to an Abs Blast class with Stef yesterday.
Woke up today sore as hell. AND I CAN'T EVEN SNEEZE BECAUSE I FREAKING HURT SO MUCH.
GOD I HATE EXERCISE!
Woke up today sore as hell. AND I CAN'T EVEN SNEEZE BECAUSE I FREAKING HURT SO MUCH.
GOD I HATE EXERCISE!
Saturday, 23 January 2010
"I'm gorgeous!"
So after work today, I was minding my own business in my room, procrastinating from doing any thesis work when I recieved a phonecall.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Robbie: I got my eyelashes tinted
Me: What?!
Robbie: I looking fucking gorgeous!
Me: ... you have officially overstepped that line between gay and GAY
I have not personally been treated to this luscious view of Robbie. And I'm scared I will laugh in his face when I do. But until then, I shall keep an open mind.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Robbie: I got my eyelashes tinted
Me: What?!
Robbie: I looking fucking gorgeous!
Me: ... you have officially overstepped that line between gay and GAY
I have not personally been treated to this luscious view of Robbie. And I'm scared I will laugh in his face when I do. But until then, I shall keep an open mind.
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Why?!?!?!?1
So... hungover again. Appears to be a permanent status of me recently. Not a good way to start off 2010.
Night out in Edinburgh this time. Was supposed to be Me, Stef, Robbie and Dave, but Stef and Dave pulled out at the last minute. While at work, Robbie sent a text to Dave to persuade him and next thing we know, he's packing his bag and everything as he was in his bed reading Twilight and realised that it was kind of sad.
Met at the train station after work, and this time, Robbie and Dave decided not to drink ON the train as they did not want to get that drunk. I was too busy trying to do my makeup on a train to care.
By the time we arrived, Abi and her friends had already started drinking. Actually, they've been drinking from 6 but who am I to judge?
Played higher or lower, and tanked my bottle of wine in 45 minutes. Shit. Left for the club at about 10:45, but not before I tripped and almost decked it. I wasn't even that drunk yet!
Arrived at the club and made our way through and gravitated towards the bar. Vodka redbull BAGS were a fiver each. That's an IV drip bag with 4 shots of vodka and a can of Redbull. Yes please. Goodbye braincells.
The rest of the night is a blur really. When we finished our bag of alcohol, we went to the bar again. But since they had run out of bags, they decided to give us a jug instead. Each. While waiting at the bar, Robbie was like 'Go to the guy over there! He was totally checking you out!'. Barring how junior-high that sounded I just told Robbie that if he was that excited, he should just go and chat him up for me. He left to chat to the guy, while Dave, Abi and I had a shot of tequila. But since i was a klutz I dropped the lime, and, since I was feeling the effects of alcohol by then, I just chased the tequila with my jug.
We wandered back and left Robbie talking to the guy. Where this other guy chatted me up. AND WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP. So I pulled him. Effective way of shutting up a guy.
Then went to find Dave and Abi and left the club where we met Robbie outside. Turns out Robbie had been thrown out (I'm beginning to see a pattern here) and had wandered to the club next door. According to Robbie (and his memory is fuzzy here as he does not remember anything) he was looking for some secret doorway to get from this club into the one we were in. And since he was gone for over an hour, it was probably safe to say that Robbie was dancing by himself in this other club. Loser.
When we finally got back, we went to the 24/7 convenience store around the corner and just piled everything into Robbie's arm (i.e. making him pay for the food) and stayed up until god knows what time.
I woke up sprawled across the majority of the bed with Dave snoring happily beside me. I thought I would be nice and scrunch up a bit to give him some room. Obviously, Unconscious Dave interpreted this as rolling around to hog all the blankets and taking up the space I had just previously inhabited.
Nothing special happened afterwards, apart from grabbing lunch in 10 minutes, running to the train station and going to work immediately. Well for Dave anyways. Robbie and I didn't start until 4. Which is when our hangovers kicked in.
Random Topic of the Day: Robbie talking about duck sex and trying to demonstrate what the female duck looked like.
Night out in Edinburgh this time. Was supposed to be Me, Stef, Robbie and Dave, but Stef and Dave pulled out at the last minute. While at work, Robbie sent a text to Dave to persuade him and next thing we know, he's packing his bag and everything as he was in his bed reading Twilight and realised that it was kind of sad.
Met at the train station after work, and this time, Robbie and Dave decided not to drink ON the train as they did not want to get that drunk. I was too busy trying to do my makeup on a train to care.
By the time we arrived, Abi and her friends had already started drinking. Actually, they've been drinking from 6 but who am I to judge?
Played higher or lower, and tanked my bottle of wine in 45 minutes. Shit. Left for the club at about 10:45, but not before I tripped and almost decked it. I wasn't even that drunk yet!
Arrived at the club and made our way through and gravitated towards the bar. Vodka redbull BAGS were a fiver each. That's an IV drip bag with 4 shots of vodka and a can of Redbull. Yes please. Goodbye braincells.
The rest of the night is a blur really. When we finished our bag of alcohol, we went to the bar again. But since they had run out of bags, they decided to give us a jug instead. Each. While waiting at the bar, Robbie was like 'Go to the guy over there! He was totally checking you out!'. Barring how junior-high that sounded I just told Robbie that if he was that excited, he should just go and chat him up for me. He left to chat to the guy, while Dave, Abi and I had a shot of tequila. But since i was a klutz I dropped the lime, and, since I was feeling the effects of alcohol by then, I just chased the tequila with my jug.
We wandered back and left Robbie talking to the guy. Where this other guy chatted me up. AND WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP. So I pulled him. Effective way of shutting up a guy.
Then went to find Dave and Abi and left the club where we met Robbie outside. Turns out Robbie had been thrown out (I'm beginning to see a pattern here) and had wandered to the club next door. According to Robbie (and his memory is fuzzy here as he does not remember anything) he was looking for some secret doorway to get from this club into the one we were in. And since he was gone for over an hour, it was probably safe to say that Robbie was dancing by himself in this other club. Loser.
When we finally got back, we went to the 24/7 convenience store around the corner and just piled everything into Robbie's arm (i.e. making him pay for the food) and stayed up until god knows what time.
I woke up sprawled across the majority of the bed with Dave snoring happily beside me. I thought I would be nice and scrunch up a bit to give him some room. Obviously, Unconscious Dave interpreted this as rolling around to hog all the blankets and taking up the space I had just previously inhabited.
Nothing special happened afterwards, apart from grabbing lunch in 10 minutes, running to the train station and going to work immediately. Well for Dave anyways. Robbie and I didn't start until 4. Which is when our hangovers kicked in.
Random Topic of the Day: Robbie talking about duck sex and trying to demonstrate what the female duck looked like.
Friday, 15 January 2010
A Sign That We Do Not Learn From Our Mistakes
So... yesterday was supposed to be a nice get together with the guys from work. Does it ever go the way planned?
Work finished at 8, we had about an hour and a half to get ready and be at the train station. Rachel was home, so while doing my makeup, the idiot accidentally set off the fire alarm to which I almost poked out my eyeball with my eyeliner.
Met at the train station and caught the straight to Glasgow train. Which meant we had roughly 20 minutes to pre-drink. Yeah man. Bottle of rosé between Robbie and me while Stef was having a panic-attack about her swollen fingers and the ring that was stuck. Dave had to Vaseline that bad-boy off. [insert joke here] There's too many for me to even type.
Went to Frankenstein's for more drinks... and stayed longer than anticipated which should've been a major clue as to where the night was heading. Made our way to Karbon, where according to Stef it was full of posers. Nice. But it was student night which meant that it'll be cheap drinks... yeah man!
Inside, we managed to grab a table and just gawked at the beautiful people there. Barring the fact that half the girls were dressed in basically a bra and skirt, the men were gorgeous. This was attested by the fact that while at the bar, I could basically feel robbie's boner as he leered at some angelic looking underager. And how robbie was caught by some dude checking out his friend's ass.
Drinks were a pound each. End of story.
Next thing we know we're getting ready to leave and we're in the cloak queue when the next thing I know, Dave shoots past us and dissapears with Robbie hot on his heels. I find them outside with Robbie hovering over Dave like some mother hen and Stef nowhere in sight.
After about 20 minutes, Stef appears, stumbling down the alley towards us in her heels. We walk for ages to some chippy and then all happily hop into a taxi. Stef starts chatting the poor taximan up, who when he revealed that his name was also Stef but with two 'f's' instead of one, Stef was overjoyed and seemed unable to comprehend such facts and so just ended up calling him 'stefstef'. Dave was meanwhile, curled up in the corner with a death-grip on his chippy.
We didn't sleep until 5 in the morning, when we all passed out on sofa.
Woke up at 11 to the worst hangover of my life. Maybe not THE worst, but pretty close. The hangover didn't leave until I went to bed at 11 at night. What kind of ball-sack hangover lasts over 12 hours?!??!?
Probably didn't help that we went to see Avatar in 3D, thought I was going to throw up when they went flying. Not good. Especially with children in the theatre with us. I am such a good role model.
Work finished at 8, we had about an hour and a half to get ready and be at the train station. Rachel was home, so while doing my makeup, the idiot accidentally set off the fire alarm to which I almost poked out my eyeball with my eyeliner.
Met at the train station and caught the straight to Glasgow train. Which meant we had roughly 20 minutes to pre-drink. Yeah man. Bottle of rosé between Robbie and me while Stef was having a panic-attack about her swollen fingers and the ring that was stuck. Dave had to Vaseline that bad-boy off. [insert joke here] There's too many for me to even type.
Went to Frankenstein's for more drinks... and stayed longer than anticipated which should've been a major clue as to where the night was heading. Made our way to Karbon, where according to Stef it was full of posers. Nice. But it was student night which meant that it'll be cheap drinks... yeah man!
Inside, we managed to grab a table and just gawked at the beautiful people there. Barring the fact that half the girls were dressed in basically a bra and skirt, the men were gorgeous. This was attested by the fact that while at the bar, I could basically feel robbie's boner as he leered at some angelic looking underager. And how robbie was caught by some dude checking out his friend's ass.
Drinks were a pound each. End of story.
Next thing we know we're getting ready to leave and we're in the cloak queue when the next thing I know, Dave shoots past us and dissapears with Robbie hot on his heels. I find them outside with Robbie hovering over Dave like some mother hen and Stef nowhere in sight.
After about 20 minutes, Stef appears, stumbling down the alley towards us in her heels. We walk for ages to some chippy and then all happily hop into a taxi. Stef starts chatting the poor taximan up, who when he revealed that his name was also Stef but with two 'f's' instead of one, Stef was overjoyed and seemed unable to comprehend such facts and so just ended up calling him 'stefstef'. Dave was meanwhile, curled up in the corner with a death-grip on his chippy.
We didn't sleep until 5 in the morning, when we all passed out on sofa.
Woke up at 11 to the worst hangover of my life. Maybe not THE worst, but pretty close. The hangover didn't leave until I went to bed at 11 at night. What kind of ball-sack hangover lasts over 12 hours?!??!?
Probably didn't help that we went to see Avatar in 3D, thought I was going to throw up when they went flying. Not good. Especially with children in the theatre with us. I am such a good role model.
Friday, 8 January 2010
Unlike any other place
It is currently a snowstorm around the entire British isle... barring Stirling. The only thing Stirling has is a sheet of ice EVERYWHERE. There's no sidewalk as the ice just slopes towards the road. And its safer to walk ON the roads.
What has happened so far? Nothing really. Just the usual night out on a Thursday. And me finding Robbie wandering around outside in circles like a headless chicken.... in sub-zero weather. Douche.
Current thesis/dissertation progress: Zero.Zilch.Nada.Nothing.
What has happened so far? Nothing really. Just the usual night out on a Thursday. And me finding Robbie wandering around outside in circles like a headless chicken.... in sub-zero weather. Douche.
Current thesis/dissertation progress: Zero.Zilch.Nada.Nothing.
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