Oh what a night!
This post is yellow as a tribute to Mike last night.....yeah we'll get on to that in a moment. So, lets start at the beginning (a very good place to start).
Congregations began here at approximately 8.30 with a sudden influx of people to our house, and much drinking and merriment. Within 5 minutes Gill had spilt her drink, and within another 2 so had Emma- is it catching I wonder, they were sat next to each other! Still the stain remover I bought over the summer came in handy (i knew it would one day). Then there was much suprise when Tariq announced he wanted everyone out of the kitchen, I just thought he wanted to cook, but then there was even more suprise when emerging from the kitchen were 2 candlelit cakes!!! I got very excited at that point as that morning I had thought "there was something missing from yesterday....CAKE, I forgot to buy a cake, I didn't have cake for my birthday....this is the first EVER birthday I've not had cake...bugger" Now there is an insight into how my mind works...yes everything revolves around food! Mike has worked this out already.
So the excitement was followed by much drinking of wine and beer and then transportation to snobs via pre ordered taxis (thankyou Rachel). Gill and I also compared blonde moments- she knew where Hastings is, and she knew where Hadrian's wall is, and annoyingly, she knew that they were no where near each other. I felt stupid until she mentioned that she thought Carlisle was in Scotland...I don't feel so bad anymore.
Although quiet to start off with it livened up pretty quickly...I had an interesting encounter with the 'freshen up' lady in the toilet, who tried to talk to me at the start of the night, thus proving that it is an extremely lonely job sitting in a toilet (well, not in, but you get the idea) saying repeatedly 'freshen up ladies'...oh what a job! She insisted on talking to me, and then hugging me at every opportunity, needless to say I escaped as quick as I could and avoided her eye contact the rest of the night for fear of more hugging! I also managed to scare Nic and Gill with the repetition of the encounter once out and back in the safety of the club (now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say!)...so much so Nic didn't want to go to the loo on her own and I had to go too (avoiding eye contact)!
Tim handed me a drink that was a DOUBLE vodka and coke. Although he denied it for ages, but he can't lie, or at least not when marginally drunk. Bizarrely ran into some people who he was at Manor with that I met once before.
A beer, and several malibu and Coke's later and Greenday made an appearance on the sound system, which resulted in much shrieking and jumping up and down on my part, dragging poeple to the dance floor to dance (duh! what else!?? Just realised how silly that sounded)
Several dances later (and text messages I don't remember sending) and Mike disappeared..literally vanished, today niether he nor I know where he went for 20 mins! But Tim found him just as he was about to leave, and so me, Rach and Mike left- leaving Tim in the club (he was meeting someone to take him home a bit later). Stopping off at Top Nosh for the compulsorary burger and I was hustled into a Taxi. Which Rach got to stop outside Tesco on Bristol Road. Mike also got out which confused me, until the TAxi driver pointed out he was throwing up into the Bournbrook. I thanked the Taxi driver, paid and then got out myself, seeing that we weren't going any further in it! I left Mike on the Bristol Road throwing up, hoping he found his way home, whilst I walked to Rach's...bad idea. I managed to block my phone, and then spent about 20 mins on the phone to the helpline from Rach's phone (thankyou Rach...again). The idiot staff that they employ to deal with drunkards like myself at 1.30am were not too clever- he told me to enter the PUK code, which I thought I did, but obviously getting it VERY wrong. He then told me to take out my sim card, which I did, and read him a number and the phone number, which I did, he then told me what phone I had (which I know!) and to put the Sim back in, which we did, but unknowingly upside down. This meant that when he asked me to turn it on, instead of the message he was expecting (whatever that is) he got read to him by me 'it says insert sim card....which we've done...what now?' his reply 'oh! er....there's nothing else I can do I'm afraid, we're going to have to send you a new Sim card, call us when you get it and we'll transfer the numbers across.'
I couldn't believe that was it, but apparently so. Rach then walked back to Mike's with me, just as well as I didn't have a clue where I was going and turned the wrong way out of her front door!
'Richard the elusive' greeted us at the door of 53, and then said 'mike's been in the toilet for 20 minutes...we think he's being sick'.
I forced Rich to walk Rach back, relaying a story of someone being beaten up the other night about 6 times first. Then went to deal with the sick....there was a fair bit...although fortunately any half digested foodstuffs went into the Bournbrook, so it was ok...and now you know the reasoning for the colour of this blog...that and what caused it- Whiskey!
Over an hour passed with us in the toilet, and then I put Mike to bed, and kipped on his floor in a spare duvet. I was fine at 7am when I woke up and got myself some breakfast and tea, and then Mike awoke, and was annoyingly fine. Then I went back to sleep for an hour, which was a mistake, because when I awoke I felt very ill....and kept feeling worse.
The hangover cure of Subway for lunch (and pizza just now for dinner) hasn't helped much suprisingly. When I did come home I went back to bed for a few hours. I have managed to unblock my phone today now that I'm sober, the woman on the other end of the phone was laughing when I told her I'd found out the sim was inserted upside down, she said 'sounds like you had a hell of a night' I was like 'er, yes'.
But it was a good night, and I hope people enjoyed themselves, cos I did. I feel bad I didn't get to talk to more people- like Jack and Lucy. Overall though, last night made up for the not so good actual Birthday, so it's all good.
Talked to Tim earlier as well to let him know there was no way I could get on a train to Worcester the state I was in...during our lengthy conversation I said 'I'm mad...I've gone mad...again' Which prompted me to reason:
If one has gone mad once, then surely to that mad person, sanity is madness, as their madness is the norm, so therefore if you were mad and go mad again, you actually become sane.
Now there's a thought-provoking and slightly confusing statement to leave you with!
xx
Congregations began here at approximately 8.30 with a sudden influx of people to our house, and much drinking and merriment. Within 5 minutes Gill had spilt her drink, and within another 2 so had Emma- is it catching I wonder, they were sat next to each other! Still the stain remover I bought over the summer came in handy (i knew it would one day). Then there was much suprise when Tariq announced he wanted everyone out of the kitchen, I just thought he wanted to cook, but then there was even more suprise when emerging from the kitchen were 2 candlelit cakes!!! I got very excited at that point as that morning I had thought "there was something missing from yesterday....CAKE, I forgot to buy a cake, I didn't have cake for my birthday....this is the first EVER birthday I've not had cake...bugger" Now there is an insight into how my mind works...yes everything revolves around food! Mike has worked this out already.
So the excitement was followed by much drinking of wine and beer and then transportation to snobs via pre ordered taxis (thankyou Rachel). Gill and I also compared blonde moments- she knew where Hastings is, and she knew where Hadrian's wall is, and annoyingly, she knew that they were no where near each other. I felt stupid until she mentioned that she thought Carlisle was in Scotland...I don't feel so bad anymore.
Although quiet to start off with it livened up pretty quickly...I had an interesting encounter with the 'freshen up' lady in the toilet, who tried to talk to me at the start of the night, thus proving that it is an extremely lonely job sitting in a toilet (well, not in, but you get the idea) saying repeatedly 'freshen up ladies'...oh what a job! She insisted on talking to me, and then hugging me at every opportunity, needless to say I escaped as quick as I could and avoided her eye contact the rest of the night for fear of more hugging! I also managed to scare Nic and Gill with the repetition of the encounter once out and back in the safety of the club (now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say!)...so much so Nic didn't want to go to the loo on her own and I had to go too (avoiding eye contact)!
Tim handed me a drink that was a DOUBLE vodka and coke. Although he denied it for ages, but he can't lie, or at least not when marginally drunk. Bizarrely ran into some people who he was at Manor with that I met once before.
A beer, and several malibu and Coke's later and Greenday made an appearance on the sound system, which resulted in much shrieking and jumping up and down on my part, dragging poeple to the dance floor to dance (duh! what else!?? Just realised how silly that sounded)
Several dances later (and text messages I don't remember sending) and Mike disappeared..literally vanished, today niether he nor I know where he went for 20 mins! But Tim found him just as he was about to leave, and so me, Rach and Mike left- leaving Tim in the club (he was meeting someone to take him home a bit later). Stopping off at Top Nosh for the compulsorary burger and I was hustled into a Taxi. Which Rach got to stop outside Tesco on Bristol Road. Mike also got out which confused me, until the TAxi driver pointed out he was throwing up into the Bournbrook. I thanked the Taxi driver, paid and then got out myself, seeing that we weren't going any further in it! I left Mike on the Bristol Road throwing up, hoping he found his way home, whilst I walked to Rach's...bad idea. I managed to block my phone, and then spent about 20 mins on the phone to the helpline from Rach's phone (thankyou Rach...again). The idiot staff that they employ to deal with drunkards like myself at 1.30am were not too clever- he told me to enter the PUK code, which I thought I did, but obviously getting it VERY wrong. He then told me to take out my sim card, which I did, and read him a number and the phone number, which I did, he then told me what phone I had (which I know!) and to put the Sim back in, which we did, but unknowingly upside down. This meant that when he asked me to turn it on, instead of the message he was expecting (whatever that is) he got read to him by me 'it says insert sim card....which we've done...what now?' his reply 'oh! er....there's nothing else I can do I'm afraid, we're going to have to send you a new Sim card, call us when you get it and we'll transfer the numbers across.'
I couldn't believe that was it, but apparently so. Rach then walked back to Mike's with me, just as well as I didn't have a clue where I was going and turned the wrong way out of her front door!
'Richard the elusive' greeted us at the door of 53, and then said 'mike's been in the toilet for 20 minutes...we think he's being sick'.
I forced Rich to walk Rach back, relaying a story of someone being beaten up the other night about 6 times first. Then went to deal with the sick....there was a fair bit...although fortunately any half digested foodstuffs went into the Bournbrook, so it was ok...and now you know the reasoning for the colour of this blog...that and what caused it- Whiskey!
Over an hour passed with us in the toilet, and then I put Mike to bed, and kipped on his floor in a spare duvet. I was fine at 7am when I woke up and got myself some breakfast and tea, and then Mike awoke, and was annoyingly fine. Then I went back to sleep for an hour, which was a mistake, because when I awoke I felt very ill....and kept feeling worse.
The hangover cure of Subway for lunch (and pizza just now for dinner) hasn't helped much suprisingly. When I did come home I went back to bed for a few hours. I have managed to unblock my phone today now that I'm sober, the woman on the other end of the phone was laughing when I told her I'd found out the sim was inserted upside down, she said 'sounds like you had a hell of a night' I was like 'er, yes'.
But it was a good night, and I hope people enjoyed themselves, cos I did. I feel bad I didn't get to talk to more people- like Jack and Lucy. Overall though, last night made up for the not so good actual Birthday, so it's all good.
Talked to Tim earlier as well to let him know there was no way I could get on a train to Worcester the state I was in...during our lengthy conversation I said 'I'm mad...I've gone mad...again' Which prompted me to reason:
If one has gone mad once, then surely to that mad person, sanity is madness, as their madness is the norm, so therefore if you were mad and go mad again, you actually become sane.
Now there's a thought-provoking and slightly confusing statement to leave you with!
xx
posted by Culinali at 7:42 pm
2 Comments:
I laughed so much, you came up to Nik and said "i'm going to the toilet now." And then Nik said "I hope you don't get cursed!"
Your reply?
"Ali, not Kirst!"
BG
Oh dear, don't even remember that...although it's bringing back vague memories...such a good night!
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