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?!?!?

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!

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.