Oh My 30'th
went out at lunch time, having spent much of the morning adjusting my mental state, and proceeded to be given A vodka for every year I was old. several of which turned out to be doubles, and on top of that a mate of mine with a half bottle kept topping my glass up. at about 8 my Gf turned up with a pair of tickets to go and see a comedian in the hall next door. however my legs weren't quite up to activity, so I sent her on ahead with the promise that I'd be there in a couple of minutes.

When I reached the door, it turned out that the security knew it was my birthday and so just showed me through to the hall without me actually having to find my ticket or anything. i staggered into the hall and found the nearest seat, then (And from this point i must admit it's a bit of a blank so I'm working from other peoples descriptions) Apparently I heckled the shit out of the comedian and would not be shut up by anyone.

At the Interval I decided that it would be a much better idea to be active than sit there so on a bet with the security I apparently went over and stuck my tongue down the throat of the rugby team captain, however security prevented me getting injured.

when the second half commenced, i got back to my heckling. the only clear part in the evening is my girlfriend half carrying the drunken mess that i was across the bridge towards her place.

the next morning i woke up with relatively little hangover but my right knee felt like i'd been hitting it with a mallet. , I started questioning her about where i'd fallen over last night. She replied that I hadn't and that I'd done it trying to climb onto her. Somehow I'd belted my knee against the radiator next to her bed. and somehow I'd managed this feat twice. she hadn't stopped me because she was amazed that I could actually get it up considering the ammount of alcohol there was in my bloodstream.
(ceebs, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 14:33, Reply)