So it was my 21st
My brother had bought me a bottle of Bacardi and for the train journey from my home town back to my college town I'd bought myself 4 cans of Special Brew. I had planned to meet some friends at a club in my college town and had drunk the 4 cans and half the bottle of Bacard on the train. Got to the club quite pissed and tried to leave my bag and jacket at the cloakroom but they wouldn't let me leave the half bottle there so I downed the rest in a few gulps. Then had a few more pints at the club.
Got back to a mate's grilfriend's house where the party continued and after a big pull on a bong I felt the need to puke so ran to the toilet, opened the door and blew chunks all over the back of the girl who had beaten me to the toilet but not locked the door. Next thing it's about 6 or 7am and I'm lying in a pool of vomit on the floor next to the bed where my mate is trying to get all sexy with his gf. Felt like I was dying but was trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the amorous couple. Woke up about 11 and those who had stayed the night smoked a load of weed while watching my halfhearted attempt to clean up my vomit.
About 3 I headed home and found a search warrent on the kitchen table. The hairdressers downstairs who had the spare key had let the dibble in. They didn't find anything though as what wasn't in my pocket and wallet was safely stashed at my mate gf's house.
Can't drink Bacardi anymore.
(Wagane, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 15:35, Reply)