The end of the weekend.... 
So on friday one of my friends coaxed me into going out because her boyfriend was DJing, I had tried to get out of it as i'm not much of a party girl tbh. however my silly boyfriend volunteered me and I ran out of excuses and ended up getting dolled up and hitting the town. she was meant to be coming over to mine first for drinks but I got a text asking to meet her there instead, thankfully my housemate decided to come out to so i didnt look like a massive loner. We got there and my friend was safely tucked away behind her fella at the DJ table where she stayed all night. cheers for that. lucky for me I knew a few people that were out so promptly got smashed and set about making a tit of myself. aside from spending a lot of time with my safety shorts on show ( I was wearing a short dress) I dont remember much.
Saturday (hangover day)
I survived it relatively well, a cup of tea and two painkillers and I was fine. but I didn't feel like another night drinking, which is what me and Rich had planned so instead I drove and he drank (a lot).
we went to a village pub and played a lot of pool. I didnt lose a single game but I was the sober one.
Things were going fine until the village folk started to talk about the benefits of killing foxes to our vegan friends and the mood turned a little sour. It was late so we left and all the way home I had Rich shouting along to Enema Of The State, it was hilarious.
Sunday
Here I am writing this, all tucked up in my panda poncho sulking at the prospect of going back to work in the morning.
So on friday one of my friends coaxed me into going out because her boyfriend was DJing, I had tried to get out of it as i'm not much of a party girl tbh. however my silly boyfriend volunteered me and I ran out of excuses and ended up getting dolled up and hitting the town. she was meant to be coming over to mine first for drinks but I got a text asking to meet her there instead, thankfully my housemate decided to come out to so i didnt look like a massive loner. We got there and my friend was safely tucked away behind her fella at the DJ table where she stayed all night. cheers for that. lucky for me I knew a few people that were out so promptly got smashed and set about making a tit of myself. aside from spending a lot of time with my safety shorts on show ( I was wearing a short dress) I dont remember much.
Saturday (hangover day)
I survived it relatively well, a cup of tea and two painkillers and I was fine. but I didn't feel like another night drinking, which is what me and Rich had planned so instead I drove and he drank (a lot).
we went to a village pub and played a lot of pool. I didnt lose a single game but I was the sober one.
Things were going fine until the village folk started to talk about the benefits of killing foxes to our vegan friends and the mood turned a little sour. It was late so we left and all the way home I had Rich shouting along to Enema Of The State, it was hilarious.
Sunday
Here I am writing this, all tucked up in my panda poncho sulking at the prospect of going back to work in the morning.
meerkat_:
cute panda <3