Do not drink. Ever.

This weekend was hilarious. At least, i think other people agree with that and i hope to shittery that people aint annoyed with me. I was still drunk when i woke up on Sunday morning so fuck knows how the shittery people were being with me because i tend to think i am very loved when i am drunk, even though i am most probably being despised. Ah well.

I went to York for the weekend to see a friend of mine. We met on Friday and went on a fail of a night to her friend's house where we had like, two drinks and then went home.

Saturday was different.

The drinks i remember:

a pitcher of a cocktail called 'Skittles'

a pitcher of Purple Rain which i shared with one of Stef's friends

3 vodka and Diet Cokes. (i thought i was drinking responsibly because i only got singles! lol)

At least four double vodka and J20s

I think this might be it but i have a feeling i am missing a chunk of the night lol. Come to think of it, I am absolutely certain i had more but i just don't remember. haha.

Apparently, i ended up passed out on the street, asleep.

if you know me at all, you will know that i am the most annoying sleeper ever. You wont be able to wake me up once ive gone and if you add alcohol in to the mix, i may as well be in a coma.

Stef apparently had suspected mid-level hypothermia at one point so we ended up going to the hospital. 

If ever there was a moment to say i am never drinking again, this is probably it.

But i totally am, so i wont bother

What a sticky night.

I know this is random but it made me mega miss my friend. She is a mega drunk as well and we always used to have the most fun and stuff. Now she lives way down yonder in the deepest depths of Essex and this is sad. I miss messy biscuit munching.

She is as much of a drunken lout as me which is obviously a mad mixture but bloody fantastic.

I think i should arrange some sort of trip soon...