I sometimes ask myself (as I'm sure we all do) why I bother to go out and get so completely paraletic that I have nothing left from the night before except a radical drop in dignity, a huge hole in the cash department and vivid flashbacks I would much rather forget! Alcohol eh?
Blondie (my oldest friend) convinced me, my sister LS (not the one with the nightmare bf)and her boyfriend to go for a few drinks at our local, pub by day, measly attempt at 'club-iness' at night. (Imagine a small dancefloor where the pool table usually is and some guy with decks who calls himself a DJ - get the picture?) Well it'll be cheap to get home so I thought why not.... So through sheer laziness, I started buying two drinks at a time (cringe!) and if you were to ask me what happened that night, I pretty much forget everything after 10pm. Oh - except the one thing I would rather...
Blondie hits it off with this Irish guy (which was quite surprising as a total lack of confidence usually prevents her from doing that) and LS was with her boyfriend. I was literally the fifth wheel! :( So what do I do? Announce to the table (well slurred actually and I have a feeling I held my arms up in the air at this point as well) that I was going to 'pull' someone. I kid you not. So I walk onto the dancefloor, find the first guy that smiles at me and 'snog his face off.' It turns out he was some foreign guy who's name I couldn't even pronounce. I didn't actually find this out until the next day when LS told me, due to the fact I had dragged him back to our table. You know when you wake up the next morning and have a sickness which has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you've consumed?? I literally spent the day brushing my teeth imagining all sorts of mouth to mouth contact diseases. I am just thankful I didn't take it any further, although to be honest I don't think I was in any state to do anything anyway. The mercy of it all...
Blondie's was another story, who ended up sleeping with her guy at a club they vanished off to. Seriously, what has happened to my friend. The girl who has only slept with the father of her child? I think she's re-visiting the youth she missed out on!
Since my time away there has also been more drama, meaning BS. As we're staying in my mom's house, we all have to contribute no matter how small. Obviously as a member of the job seekers club, my sis gives less. But she didn't this week (due to the fact Wormboy bought her a 40 quid football ticket for a match she didn't want to go to then insisted she pay him back). My mom asks for the money and when I say she flipped, I mean quite literally. She started swearing and even called my mom a slag! I felt sick to the stomach and still do just thinking about it. They're talking again now but do you think she's apologised? Has she hell?
I must thank her and Wormboy for one thing. My last blog prompted me to have my very first sexual health check and I'm pleased to announce I'm all clear lol. I'm sure we've all had moments so if any of you are thinking about it, go and have a check. It's really not that bad! In fact, it made me want to get the wine out for a little celebration. Though having the image of telling people why I was celebrating put an abrubt halt to that!
Plus, as I've shown, alcohol just seems to get me in trouble he he...xxx
