NNow, crazy is a relative term. I mean, what might be crazy to one person could be pretty mundane to another.
I've always loved a rather mundane life in general. I like the simple things like movies with your mates and cuddles with the dog. I've always hated how boring my life is and vowed to do more things that push myself, make stories to one day tell my kids. It's the reasoning behind my "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" tattoo. (Yeah it's also because I'm a massive Harry Potter fucking nerd but I don't want to always be the goody goody that never had a detention and got her first GCSE when she was 11. That girl is boring).
But the craziest night of my life is not something crazy I've done but just something bizarre in General and I just happened to be there.
So I used to work in a bar called the Brass Monkey. It's a local bar, one of the ones with the longest licenses in town so it's normally people's last destination on a night out. They do a lot of dress up and theme nights and book a lot of up and coming bands and live artists.
The particular night I'm referring to was a night I was working and we had these guys called Ugly Duckling playing (those of you familiar with hip hop artist's in the States may know of them). They were awesome to see perform and so much fun. After we finished work we had a couple of drinks with them and decided we didn't want the night to end and went back to our colleagues flat. The bar is in Hastings and at the time I lived in Bexhill with my family so I had to drive home. Thus, I was completely sober. But it was still a good laugh.
So were all sitting in their living room, they're drinking out of bottles of rum and one of the Ugly Duckling guys (his name escapes me) is telling us a story about him partying with Charlie Sheen. This is when i realise, stone cold sober, what a fucking weird situation I was in. I have a mental breakdown about my personal life at the time and my colleague takes me into her bedroom to have a girly chat. I'm sat on her bed, telling her how I don't know what to do about my relationship I was in since I didn't think I was a lesbian anymore due to the fact that I was attracted to her brother. Yeah. Smooth, Tess. So I'm freaking out because how do you break up with someone because you think you no.longer swing that way (??!?!) And one of our other colleagues comes in to ask if we want some drugs. We go back into the living room and there they all are, Ugly Duckling and some of my inebriated colleagues, sat on the laminate floor doing "real American coke" (ugly duckling's words- fuck knows how he got that into our country!!!) Off their DVD collection.
It was at this point that I realised this whole situation was beyond what my poor, confused, bisexual brain could handle and I bailed.
Yeah. Crazy night.
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