My whole "I'm not binge-drinking ever again" thing lasted approximately a month and a half - a valiant effort for a student, I'm sure you will agree! But my downfall was, as ever, The Medics. This time it was taken to a whole new level and I found myself doing a pub crawl in orange tights, an orange tank top, half a tin of orange body paint asphyxiating me and eyeliner whiskers claiming (loudly) that I was a fox. Naturally, nobody thought to tell me the tights were see through but by the time the third person had slapped my ass - and after a very ballsy man had bitten it - I'd gotten the gist. Needless to say I was far too hammered to care, although I did attempt to bite him back! Guess it was my own fault for mistaking the Gents for the Ladies.
The night was great and included me getting thrown out of my own place of work (the bar staff thought it was hilarious, the bouncers did not) and bumping into an old acquaintance from school and saying all the wrong things: "Are you still gay??" I also woke up this morning with a text from a medic who's tooth I may have chipped - now that's never going to be the start of a great love story, just need to now break the news that the chip was all in vain. Anyway, I chipped my own man's tooth in a much more interesting manner only a few weeks to go, got the tee shirt type thing!
It was definitely one of the more surreal nights; I saw the future of the NHS dressed as animals, celebrities and even bananas getting chased by a big gorilla. Now, I'd always worried that some of my friends were going to be doctors but I hadn't quite clicked that they're the intelligent ones - all I'm saying is, hold onto your penicillen.
It's not the most surreal night I've had in the past week, though. On Saturday I went to a ball for charity and the theme was "Slim back into your wedding dress". Seeing 50 women on the dance floor doing the macarena had me in splits. The fact that I was there with the boy's family and they mentioned that they were all married by the time they were our age had me in tears.. However, I did have a fantastic night and they are a great laugh, but there were definite moments I was reaching for a paper bag. Apparently they were just pulling my leg, quite frankly they can keep my leg as long as I have time to hop away! It's all very well having romantic moments with your other half, or catching yourself day-dreaming about the future, but nobody else is allowed to know that you have any form of emotional depth at 18! It's a difficult concept to cope with - people knowing that you might be romantic, or loved up, or happy. As long as my mother never finds out I'll survive, she'd die if she thought I was ever planning on getting a ring on my finger, something about a 'lack of independence'. But when I mentioned to her that if she was married and had two big ol' incomes to play with she could have that holiday, or those shoes, or that party..There's definitely always one way to wing it with the women in my family!
With all the pressure in the air I'm surprised I'm not drinking right now..
Lol, you LOVED the ball! You even stole your very own giant bride. Made of balloons. Because isn't that the best kind?
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