All in All a Big Weekend

End of season drinks with my other sports team started off tame, but I stupidly drank wine and I was fine all night then suddenly towards the end of the night I go from fine to spastic in the space of 5min (always the way). I found out my favourite gorgeous boy teammate has a girlfriend (I swear every time he smiles an angel gets its wings!), and then chatted to the next cutest boy and may've been flirty so my best mate got shitty cos she's slept with him before.

Don't remember leaving, and the next day I had a long and angry text from my friend about the boy... so I was checking my sent messages and saw I'd messaged the comedian boy - spoke to him later that day and found out I'd actually called him at 2:30am... and rambled on for a few minutes til he hung up on me... bugger. I never usually drunk dial!

My response to my friend's accusations of poor form (which I barely remember composing) was as follows:

What. I am lost. Rock on. Night night

...she said she looked at it the next day and laughed and thought "how can I be angry at that!" - it's good to be an amusing drunk...

Had also woken up with a sprained pinky finger and a small graze on my knee... looked at my favourite pair of jeans, and found that they had a nice little hole to match. Damn! Obviously I took an almighty drunken stumble... but can't remember where or when. Mortified. How many people saw!?! eek.

sloppy sloppy! Have been such a well behaved drunk lately but have totally lost form in the last few weeks!

Next day I had to rush to my mate's to make her cocktails for her 30th - am hungover and lugging about 6 litres of cocktail paraphernalia and spare high heels - hop off at Wandsworth Town rail station and am chatting to get directions to her house - found out that Wandsworth Station and Wandsworth Town Rail Station are two completely different entities! Who knew!?? I am still very much a tourist in this town. I have to train it to Clapham Junction to where someone is nice enough to take pity on the lost little Australian and come pick me up.

Arrive at hers, brain still barely functioning, make her a cocktail, walk into the other room to give it to her, come back to the kitchen and find that half a litre of vodka is missing - still mystified how one of her dodgy drunk friends stole so much so quickly... so with all my preparation I am out of vodka. Really kills the tone for the night and we go out to Oceania, a super-club with 7 differently themed rooms and lots of novely value, and despite sporty spiffy VIP arm bands... was just not feeling it. Very young club - felt like an absolute prude for not having my ass-cheeks hanging out the bottom of my skirt... seriously. Plus *no* hot guys - even the guys agreed on that one!