Friday 6th June 2008
Just like any other Friday morning I awoke and leaped out of bed with a spring in my step knowing that the weekend was almost here. It was to be a quiet day in the office, as only one of the bosses would be in. The other was off galavanting at the South of England show, sipping champagne cocktails throughout the day in a grand marquee, no doubt.
This week I have been staying with a friend while her house mate was away. The poor thing doesn't like staying alone in the house due to a recent speight of local burglaries. The surroundings were unfamiliar and with my lack of usual morning routine to follow, I was at work a good 30 minutes early.
A traditionally mundane day followed, with highlights such as a trip to the post office and popping home for a cigarette and some crackers (curse you bikini diet) and when work was finally over a visit to the pub was in order.
My two best friends, for this blog we shall call them S and K, and I had decided earlier in the day that the party we were planning to attend was too much of an effort, so we settled for a pint at the local. However, on arriving at the pub and seeing the selection of middle aged depressives half sat, half slumped by the bar, the party plan was back on.
After downing our pints we set on a speedy mission, all crushed into my rather sexy little car, which is really only designed for 2 people but that we some how manage to regularly cram 3 into. A whirlwind stop at all our houses to change and briefly primp so that we were suitable to socialise with a far more attractive selection of people, and we were off. Speeding with the roof down, cheesy 90's pop blaring from the stereo, and grins on our faces as we prepared for the night ahead. Oh and what a night it was.
The girls managed to drink their way through a large bottle of cider on the way to the party in Brighton. As we arrived, all dying for a wee, we rushed into the party and straight up to the bathroom. We race back downstairs, introducing ourselves to people as we go, and off into the kitchen to acquire more drinks and to say hi to our friends. I promptly down 2 shots of Jack Daniels in order to catch up with their cider drinking, followed by a large JD and coke. I'm well on my way to a truly enjoyable night.
Ok to briefly explain the history, a few weeks previously we had all gone out on my birthday, and R (lovely 25 year old girl from Australia, pole dance instructor) and I had drunkenly made out on the dancefloor in the club.
We follow R upstairs to see the pole she has in her bedroom, she shows us a few moves and D challenges her to a 'pole off'. Hilarity ensued as R showed D moves and he spectacularly copied her, much to everyones surprise.
Downstairs, more drinks, a few cigarettes, a dab of MDMA, party time is well and truly here. R and I dance in the lounge to some more 90s music (nostalgic music is our thing at the moment).
Now at some point here my memory goes a little hazy. I blame the JD. R and I again, end up kissing. Oh what typical girls..but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know we are up in her bedroom together, clothes have mysteriously disappeared and we are all over each other. This isn't something I make a habit of (not with women anyway). I'll spare you all the gorey details but yes we did. A lot. And yes it was good.
An hour or so later we rejoin the party, which is still in full swing. At some point around this time someone hands me a large (and by large I mean supersize) vodka and orange. Had I been more sober I would have realised and refused it, as I know how sick vodka makes me. But no, I accept it, down it...and almost immediately throw it back up into the toilet. Way to party.
This is where my memory of Friday night ends.
Please see Saturday for aftermath!