Well after my last posts you may be surprised to find out that this weekend I have stayed almost completely sober.
Before I take credit, I have to confess, this was not through choice.
After spending Sunday, the day of rest, in bed with the guy I am currently seeing *wink wink* and ..well ok, Monday too, I developed a kidney infection. Serves me right really. So I visited the Doctor and got some antibiotics...and so cannot drink.
Tuesday saw a hilarious trip to the land of cheap Swedish furniture and garish colours. Oh yes. Ikea. Death car took us to Croydon to frivolously buy brightly coloured junk that we dont really need, and also some things we do need for the new flat. Pillow fights, fancy dress and jumping on beds. What a good way to spend a Tuesday evening!
I was supposed to attend a superbly large night out in Brighton on Friday night for a friend's birthday, but due to the fact I knew I had to stay sober, and wasn't feeling 100% because of the antibiotics, I chose to stay home and watch Big Brother (yeah, yeah, sad I know).
Saturday I had my hair cut and the hair dresser requested I appear in his portfolio, so I am to go out on location with him and his photographer to get some arty hair pictures taken.
Saturday afternoon I picked up S and we went on a mini spending spree. Acquired some nice new clothes and ridiculously over priced make up,but it definitely made me feel better.
Came home after that to get ready to go out to London to see R (guy I'm seeing). I met him in Camden for some drinks. He was already half cut when I got there, but I met his friends and then we headed off to a club.
I was attempting alcohol..but to be honest, it really wasn't having an effect on me. I managed to drink 10 or so drinks and a couple of shots and felt nothing, so I gave up and stuck to soft drinks. My kidneys will thank me for this decision, I'm sure.
It was a strange night. I enjoyed meeting R's friends. They all seemed really nice but it is difficult to feel included when you are the only sober person. I had a few ridiculous conversations with random people in the club, danced a little etc. Met some interesting characters for sure.
The club closed at 4am but we bought after party tickets to stay on until 6am. Unfortunately one of R's friends managed to wander outside and they wouldn't let him back in, so at 5:15am we had to go and find him. We then had a 2 hour wait for the Underground trains to start. During this time, for entertainment, R's friends offered him all the change they had between them to get in the fountain naked. I protested as there was security around, but my efforts were in vain. Off came the clothes and he waded into the fountain in all his glory. Once I realised the security were laughing as much as we were, I relaxed and found it just as funny as everyone else.
Freezing cold and very sober, I waited with them all for the tube to start. We looked a right state. At some point in the night one of R's friends put red lipstick on him and herself and they went on a kissing rampage, leaving red lip prints on everyone. I had them on my chest and cheeks, and where I had wiped at them I was left with marks that looked like bruises. I had long ago abandoned my shoes, cursing and swearing at them for destroying my feet. I looked like the victim of domestic abuse, and once I had left the group to make my way home (I live in the opposite direction from them), I got asked by 3 different people if I was ok. Oh dear.
Am I too old for this? Hmm. I keep asking myself that. At what age does it become unacceptable to roll in home at 9:30am, smudged with my make up, and other peoples lipstick, feet covered in blisters, stinking of alcohol and cigarettes? Although, when I put it like that, it doesn't seem acceptable at any age. There is a fine line between a young person out and enjoying themselves, and a sad case trying to hold onto their youth. However, I don't think at 23 I am coming close to the latter yet.
I got home at 9:30am, crawled straight into bed and slept until 4:30pm. Now I'm sitting writing this at 9:45pm, just about ready to go back to sleep until it's time for work.
Once again, an eventful weekend.