mismelbehaviour..

After the occasional weekend out, the library girls would cop stories of my dodgy drunken adventures. There hasn't been much evidence of that on here to date, but me being me, there are always stories to be told ...




Weekend before last Sam was away for a bucks w/e so V invited her Aussie mates Tim & Kate over for a few drinks. I decided on vodka & OJ which flowed quite nicely!

Hours passed and we thought it best to make an appearance and V's mates b'day down the road. . I walked in first... a bunch of very Pom nerdy boys looked at me with vague expression as I greeted the room hello :/
30 mins later,  in strolled 3 newcomers including an Aussie chick, bunch of my sorta people.. phew, yay!

One thing led to another which led to us original 4 +  a handful of new comers trotting off  to party further at Vs flat.
From there on out I remember drinks, tunes, kitchen shuffling and giggling.




At roughly 5am I woke up on the floor in my room at Vs.
I slowly sat up and scanned the room...
Why am I not on the bed?
I'm alone..
Why is the light on?
I'm still in my shirt and jacket..
It smells funky in here..
Where are my pants?!
Argh! My head!!
Whoa, my body, the pain.

I quickly realised I had passed out on the bed at some point, felt sick and learned over to empty my beverage filled, traumatised stomach..
The bed sheets, wooden bed base, cream carpet and light brown chair aside the bed were all covered in the blackest chunkiest vomit I've even seen in my life. ...  >.<
oh.. Fuck a duck.
This is not ideal.

Too wrecked to function, I pulled myself up onto the bed and passed out in the smelly stench.

'bout 10am I reckon V popped her head in the room.. (uh oh!) Windows were opened, fan turned on and carpet cleaner was sprinkled over the carpet to absorb the vile upchuck.
I then felt like I was spinning in a washing machine full of powder and vomit.

Hours of unproductive sleep later, V and the vacuum cleaner appeared in the bedroom door way.. Alright, this is not her prob, I can do this!
Jeebus crickey it was so very hard to vacuum that mayhem without soiling the carpet all over again.
Why so chunky, why so black|!? There's noodles everywhere! !

Few hours of failed attempt at recuperation later, I scrubbed the war zone clean and a dragged my arse into a hot shower.
Sam needed the room for his mate that evening which meant I had to travel an hour west to alternative accommodation.
It's just 2 train rides, pep talk number 2, I can do this!
With an emergency plastic bag in my hand bag, I dragged my feet to the train station in the warm sun only to realise there were no trains running my required direction due to works. :(  = the longest bus ride of my entire life!
I made it without disturbing fellow bus passengers and didn't move for a good 24 hours following once I found a bed.


Boozing needs a rest ! .. that mentality lasted a day :p