Owwww. Even typing makes my head hurt. I’ve drunk pints of water, taken those beasty painkillers that Tone left lying around and I still feel like shit.
So Wing came over last night. I haven’t seen her in ages, and suddenly she pops up with a text yesterday morning saying; COMING TO URS LATER. BRINGING WINE, BUYING TAKE OUT. NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER.XX
What is a girl to do?! LOL.
Luckily I’d booked last night off work. I thought I’d end up with Mavis is some late night greasy spoon sobbing to her otherwise. But woohooooo, Wing saves the day. So I had a little mooch round the arse end of the sales and found nothing, so I decided to wander into proper London town and check out the ‘nice’ shops. That didn’t last long either when I stumbled (literally!) into Liberty’s and saw that their diaries (YES, THEIR DIARIES!) are £45!!!
A bus ride, and a cheeky KFC later and I was back at home where Wing was sitting on my doorstep. It was 4pm – naturally we started drinking.
By 7, I was good for anything, but luckily we had the initiative to get some food else I have no idea how I’d be feeling right now.
After dinner Wing whipped out the tequila and some feather boas that she’d brought over ‘as a pulling tool’. And then for some STUPID reason, we started playing Never Have I Ever. Not to make a sweeping generalisation about girls who work in our profession or anything, but playing it with only one other person who a) knows you quite well and b) ALSO WORKS IN A CLUB AS A DANCER makes for a hell of a lot of tequila!
Somehow, and I really don’t remember how, Wing managed to blag us a free taxi ride from my flat to a club. I’m not sure what it involved but I’m sure it was tequila fuelled.
I was having such a great night up until about 1 this morning. The drink really began to kick in and I managed to lose Wing. At first I thought I was being a drunken fool, but then I found her canoodling in the corner of the club with some guy. I THOUGHT IT WAS MEANT TO BE A GIRLS NIGHT FOR MY BIRTHDAY?! So I took it upon myself to pull as well, and not to boast or anything, but usually that isn’t much of a problem. BUT IT WAS LAST NIGHT. Maybe I looked as rough as I felt because only the really leery guys would have anything to do with me. By 2 o’clock I was ready to leave. I was vodkaad to oblivion and couldn’t find a cute guy to dance with. Then I got a text from Wing saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY. GONE BACK TO HIS PLACE. SPEAK TOMORROW.
Oh, well thanx. I tried to call a taxi but miss called Tone by mistake and then felt shit when he called back three times and I rejected them all.
I got up this morning with a killer hangover only to find the place a bomb site after our drinking and that Wing had spilt the tequila all over my kitchen floor. Add to that that the gas meter has run out and I don’t get paid until later means I’m hungover in a cold flat with no hot water. I was going to call in ‘sick’ but if I don’t go to work then I won’t have any heating for another day.
NEED MACDONALDS! Happy Tuesday!
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