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Bloody hell. So Wednesday May 6th can go down as the night out that turned overly dramatic. Jesus.
Holly came down to London to see me, we had a couple of drinks here and then headed into Kingston to go to Bacchus. All good fun.
Until I collapsed.
Now this was strange seeing as me and Holly pretty much matched drink for drink, and we have a similar alcohol tolerance, we drink together all the time and she was barely tipsy. Sooooo... yes. All very strange and a night in A&E for Suzi and Holly =|

My memories of last night are as follows:
Dancing to Blink-182 in Bacchus
Going outside
Sitting on the floor
Being asked to leave
Walking to a bench
*memory disappears*

Vague flash backs of:
Liz trying to make me walk
Being in an ambulance
Talking to the ambulance man
Being in a wheelchair
Laying on a bed in the recovery position
Being asked my address
Having my blood pressure checked
A friend from uni walking past and seeing me because she was there with her sister who had smashed her head open.

Totally no memory of the in between bits.
They said it is likely to have been caused by the fact I had a stomach bug last week and it's left me more dehydrated than normal, and therefore my body couldn't cope.

I returned home at 6am this morning on the bus looking like an extra from Dawn of the Dead in four inch heels and wet look leggings. FML man.