And another
Recently on a teambuilding day out with work.
The plan was to play soldiers all day, then have a meal in the evening, then get pissed in the hotel bar.
1) Play soldier: check
2) Evening meal: check (helped along with a few pints, a g&t and a bottle and a bit of wine)
3) Get pissed: We went over to the bar and started drinking, i should have known that it was a bad idea to order a round of 10 sambucas. The first of many rounds, what we drank wasn't important, but there was a wide and varied range at the bar. What mattered was what the night porter said to us when the bar closed at 11, and i quote "Don't worry boys, i'll keep it open as long as you want.".
Now 10 steaming blokes that have been playing soldier all day, excuse me mr red rag i would like to introduce you to mr bull.
At some point in the evening (i think around 3:30) i decided that it would be a good idea that i went off to bed, this being a thursday, and having to work all of the next day. As i got up from this outside table we were sitting on, i caught my foot on something. Not being in the most stable of states, i found the easiest thing to do was to fall back on my arse. Or i would have done if a great chuffing 7 foot metal gas patio heater wasn't directly behind me.
SPANG
I sat back up and rubbed my head only to find that i had always wanted to be ginger, and was currently in the process of trying to dye my hair. Blood all down the back of my new paul smith shirt, all over the back of my head, and down the front of my shirt???.
So many "yep yep i'm fine"'s and "look see the bleeding has stopped"'s later and i was off to bed to vomit in very large volumes.
Next morning i was woken up by my room alarm at 7, had to get up have a shower, trying not to be sick after looking at the mess i had left the toilet in, and off to work.
God i was productive that day.
Makes you wonder why they book them for mid week.
(i am the dave, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 23:18, Reply)