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.
