As per Tori's suggestion, I might as well blog about nights out. I mean, there's fuck all else to say! Turns out this is a long one. I remembered a LOT more than I thought I would.
So I went out on Saturday. My sister needed me to go into Newcastle for her before I got to hers, and txted me at about 12 asking if I was in town yet. In truth, I hadn't even gotten out of bed (You can't beat me at the lazy stakes. You can try, but you WILL fail. Miserably.) I did eventually leave the house and get on the bus. I really need to learn to drive. I coughed, once or twice, and unfortunately some old geezer was sitting in front of me and turned round and stared every single time I coughed. In the end, I said 'Dude, stop staring at me when I cough. I can't exactly help it.' He went on about being worried about germs and how he didn't want to catch a cold, even though I have common sense and cough into my sleeve or something. I pointed this out (Yes, thank you Captain Obvious), and then when he turned back round, I muttered 'I fucking wish it was just a cold.' No clue if he heard me say that, but he didn't turn back round!
After going through town and staying at my sister's for a bit, we eventually went to Andy's, whose house the party was at. My sister's friend (who I also know and am friends with, hence why I went) is leaving for a bit to go live in Essex. So yeah, that involves sambucca torture and drinking games.
I'm not gonna admit how much I drank. I know it was enough, to put it lightly. And the sambucca really sped things up. My sister decided to give it to me. Nice(!) No one could successfully light the shot (I burnt my finger attempting, b/c I'm classy like that) except from Julie. I hesitated before downing it b/c I could basically guess this wouldn't go well. Straight after, I coughed loads, mainly b/c anyone who has had sambucca knows it tastes disgusting. And then my sister realised she should have thought twice, as now my throat was stinging like a bitch. Turns out the sambucca thing is like a rite of passage - Julie made her do a flaming sambucca shot a while ago, so she had to make me do one. Heh. Wonder who I get to torture! :P
I really don't remember much else, in all honesty. We took a lot of photos as Ruth asked me to bring my camera. As it's blatantly the camera of epicness (Actually, I quite like that title. I'll keep it.) the pics aren't too bad, as long as the shutter speed was fast enough to prevent the blurry-ness. The blurry ones, I didn't take. B/c even when I'm smashed, my photos aren't too bad, hehe.
At about 11, I got a txt off Steph saying she was in Spoons and if I wanted to meet up. I replied 'I'm smashed :D' and then I decided to go, cuz as much as I was enjoying it at Andy's, I didn't really know many people and was just getting progressively drunk, which I'll admit, made me a lot less quieter (I do remember saying something to Gareth along the lines of 'Well I might as well get drunk, cos if I wasn't, I'd just be a quiet git.' You have NO idea how true that is! I'm beyond quiet to people I don't know.) They did wonder if I should wait 30 mins, but I said there was no point - If anything was gonna sober me up, it'd be the walk outside. Before I left, Julie told me that they all loved me. Always nice to hear.
So I erm... *stumbled* off to Spoons, not on my own, obviously. I'm not thick enough to walk through Hexham, on my own, mortal, in the dark. I didn't actually sober up that much, but I knew how to keep my wits about me when going past the bouncer.
I met Steph, and probably talked a *bit* too much. I really shouldn't when I'm drunk, b/c there's no stopping what I'll say. I didn't drink at all after leaving Andy's b/c even I knew I'd had enough. After a couple of hours in Spoons, and then wandering off to the Phoenix (me, dragging behind with Steph and sometimes Caz or Usher, b/c I'm a really slow walker sometimes) we left and Chris gave me a lift back to my sisters. I'm guessing here, but it was probably closer to 3am, maybe 2.30 at the earliest, so not too bad for a night out! For some insane reason I thought going on MSN was a good idea. I did eventually try and go to sleep, but I'm pretty sure I was still awake at 5ish.
A lot happened, some of it was harder to process than other stuff. And I just couldn't sleep. But it was still the best night I've had in a long time. I'm surprised I remembered that much. Everything else was pretty much giggling at everything. But my sister told me everyone said they thought I was cute, which is way better than I thought I was coming off as!
So I went out on Saturday. My sister needed me to go into Newcastle for her before I got to hers, and txted me at about 12 asking if I was in town yet. In truth, I hadn't even gotten out of bed (You can't beat me at the lazy stakes. You can try, but you WILL fail. Miserably.) I did eventually leave the house and get on the bus. I really need to learn to drive. I coughed, once or twice, and unfortunately some old geezer was sitting in front of me and turned round and stared every single time I coughed. In the end, I said 'Dude, stop staring at me when I cough. I can't exactly help it.' He went on about being worried about germs and how he didn't want to catch a cold, even though I have common sense and cough into my sleeve or something. I pointed this out (Yes, thank you Captain Obvious), and then when he turned back round, I muttered 'I fucking wish it was just a cold.' No clue if he heard me say that, but he didn't turn back round!
After going through town and staying at my sister's for a bit, we eventually went to Andy's, whose house the party was at. My sister's friend (who I also know and am friends with, hence why I went) is leaving for a bit to go live in Essex. So yeah, that involves sambucca torture and drinking games.
I'm not gonna admit how much I drank. I know it was enough, to put it lightly. And the sambucca really sped things up. My sister decided to give it to me. Nice(!) No one could successfully light the shot (I burnt my finger attempting, b/c I'm classy like that) except from Julie. I hesitated before downing it b/c I could basically guess this wouldn't go well. Straight after, I coughed loads, mainly b/c anyone who has had sambucca knows it tastes disgusting. And then my sister realised she should have thought twice, as now my throat was stinging like a bitch. Turns out the sambucca thing is like a rite of passage - Julie made her do a flaming sambucca shot a while ago, so she had to make me do one. Heh. Wonder who I get to torture! :P
I really don't remember much else, in all honesty. We took a lot of photos as Ruth asked me to bring my camera. As it's blatantly the camera of epicness (Actually, I quite like that title. I'll keep it.) the pics aren't too bad, as long as the shutter speed was fast enough to prevent the blurry-ness. The blurry ones, I didn't take. B/c even when I'm smashed, my photos aren't too bad, hehe.
At about 11, I got a txt off Steph saying she was in Spoons and if I wanted to meet up. I replied 'I'm smashed :D' and then I decided to go, cuz as much as I was enjoying it at Andy's, I didn't really know many people and was just getting progressively drunk, which I'll admit, made me a lot less quieter (I do remember saying something to Gareth along the lines of 'Well I might as well get drunk, cos if I wasn't, I'd just be a quiet git.' You have NO idea how true that is! I'm beyond quiet to people I don't know.) They did wonder if I should wait 30 mins, but I said there was no point - If anything was gonna sober me up, it'd be the walk outside. Before I left, Julie told me that they all loved me. Always nice to hear.
So I erm... *stumbled* off to Spoons, not on my own, obviously. I'm not thick enough to walk through Hexham, on my own, mortal, in the dark. I didn't actually sober up that much, but I knew how to keep my wits about me when going past the bouncer.
I met Steph, and probably talked a *bit* too much. I really shouldn't when I'm drunk, b/c there's no stopping what I'll say. I didn't drink at all after leaving Andy's b/c even I knew I'd had enough. After a couple of hours in Spoons, and then wandering off to the Phoenix (me, dragging behind with Steph and sometimes Caz or Usher, b/c I'm a really slow walker sometimes) we left and Chris gave me a lift back to my sisters. I'm guessing here, but it was probably closer to 3am, maybe 2.30 at the earliest, so not too bad for a night out! For some insane reason I thought going on MSN was a good idea. I did eventually try and go to sleep, but I'm pretty sure I was still awake at 5ish.
A lot happened, some of it was harder to process than other stuff. And I just couldn't sleep. But it was still the best night I've had in a long time. I'm surprised I remembered that much. Everything else was pretty much giggling at everything. But my sister told me everyone said they thought I was cute, which is way better than I thought I was coming off as!