WHAT HAVE I DONE?

I wake up in a single bed, K next to me. I can hardly see for smudged black eye make up. Something is terribly wrong.

Flashback Naked in bed with someone
Flashback Naked in bed with a girl
Flashback Me vomiting in the toilet

I wake up K, go and find S and we make a speedy escape back to the car, sunglasses on and heads dipped in hangover agony and a distinct feeling of shame.

Thankfully I discover that I was not the only one indulging in debauchery. S had gotten rather intimately friendly with a guy we'll call J (despite S generally preferring girls, it looks like we swapped places for the night). K had also played a little tonsil tennis with a guy she claims not to find even remotely attractive.

Why do we do it?

Is what we ask ourselves each and every time this happens. In case you were in any doubt, no, this is not the first time and no, it probably wont be the last time, despite our declarations of only drinking responsibly from now on. We are young attractive women with a lust for life (and of course alcohol) and very little responsibility.

With our heads in our hands we make our way home in the car, bowling through Brightin in the bright Saturday morning sunshine, not reflecting our moods whatsoever, the cheesy 90's pop banished in favour of the radio and arrive home around 11am.

I have 2 hours to change and recover before I have to go to London for the gig of the year.

Must shower!

I dash into the bathroom, and unchanging quickly I discover...cigarettes...in my bra. What. The. Hell?

Dramatic pause for uncontrollable laughter. Text K and S to convey my discovery. More laughter.

Finally I make it into the shower, whizz around the flat preparing to go out and M (current housemate and ex boyfriend) and I leave for London. We pick up A and N and head off to Wembley Stadium (my first time) to see the almighty Foo Fighters.

They played an amazing set, in the rain, supported by Supergrass and The Futureheads. For the encore they had Jimmy Paige and John Paul Jones (of Led Zeppelin fame in case you don't know) join them on stage and play Zeppelin classics, much to the delight of the 86,000 person strong crowd.

Fireworks explode everywhere, the crowd does wild...and it's over. Until next time. Oh what a night. Two in a row in fact.

The journey home was a nightmare. An hour and a half via foot and hot and sweaty tube to the car, then another 90 minutes drive home. Sleep sleep sleep!

Let Sunday be a day of rest!