![]() Man alive last week was rather mental.com, some of it good, some of it great and some of it downright bloody ugly. At least I find myself still alive in the midst of it all, with a dash of impending doom thrown in for good measure. Firstly I need to mention that the fling I had with the dentist has come to a miserable end. Dont they bloody well all? All my doing I mite add as the dude wishes to be eternally single and thats just not what Im looking for. Dont get me wrong, I know the dude liked me, I know he liked hanging out with me, but I am not a gal that lets a guy have his cake and eat it. Nope, thats not the way I roll. So I called it a day. No more MSNing during the day, no more hanging out during the night, no more fun and frolicks and no more laughter. What I have replaced this with is plenty of impending doom, stupidity, alcohol, friends, more impending doom and yes, more bloody alcohol. Go me? Stupid me more like it. Thinking back, my 'need for a boyfriend' is becoming rather ridiculous. I really liked hanging with the dentist dude and kinda miss it, but I am no fool and my pride wont have me taken for a ride... Anyhow, I have been up to so much more that I really shouldn't dwell on my newly found labyrinth of impending doom. Alas, I probably will... The weekend has been seriously odd. A friend decided to come visit for the weekend, so Friday started out with mucho drinko. As I had a half day planned in, a beer seemed like the best bet to kick start the festivities. I took my pal to a cheap bar on the beach front where we managed to chat for ages, get a little intoxicated, and then head down to Joanne the Mingers Slavers boat. If you have forgotten what a slaver is, it happens to be a boyfriend of a minger. When we got there we found the gang in an intoxication of their own. They had been out on a family jolly for the day that involved also mucho drinko. We got in on the action for a while before we managed to fall out with just about everyone. Normal... Still in my shorts and minging t.shirt that was covered in beer, we hit bar street. I had not a scrap of make up on but I doubt anyone would have noticed that as the beer all over me made it look like I had wet myself anyway... Not a proud moment for me let me tell you. Usually I am a gal that will not leave the house without the hair, lashes, clothes and make up all in total perfection. But when beer happens, the judgment gets clouded and I strutted down bar street thinking that I looked exactly like Claudia Schiffer. More like Joan Rivers but with out the make up, when she first wakes up. Yes, the photos show that it was not a pretty sight. Oh bollox, it's not as if I do it often. After doing my usual disappearing act from some random club and wandering around for 2 hours in a bit of a daze, a friend was driving past and made me get in the car and he dropped me off home. Funnily enough, on the way home, we also found my buddy wandering around, so we picked him up on the way too. GoodnightVienna.com Saturday was horrendous. I felt as if I my stomach was trying to escape through my eye balls. I couldt eat, drink water, think or keep my eyes open for any length of time. I took my bud into town for some food. Big mistake. I took a bit of mine thinking that the pain I was suffering was possibly hunger, however it wasnt. The one bite had me running to the toilet every 10 mins to throw up. Better out than in I guess? Then came the cold/hot white sweats, the dizziness, the severe head and stomach trauma and finally the need to go home and lye down for the rest of eternity. We finally figured out why I was so sodding rough. I had drank some dodgy vodka on bar street. I have been warned before about fake vodka and to only ever drink beer from a bottle when going to bar street, but I had forgotten this advise. I was not able to chill for the evening though as it was my Kelsey the Minglets engagement party. I couldnt wash my hair or even put my face on properly, however I made it out of the house in record timing, vowing not to drink. When I arrived and was asked what I would like to drink, before I could stop myself, a beer had been ordered and put down in front of me. Oh what a bloody good move Louise... And when more of my friends started arriving, there was sodding Vodka's laid down in front of me. I am nothing more than a pig and I know it. Kelsey the minglet look amazing as did Mehmet, the party was buzzing and all of my friends where in the same place. I had no intention of hitting bar street at the end of the party, but you guessed it, I did. At least I had make up on this time... Sunday wasnt as bad as the sheer hell of Saturday. I even managed to get out of my pit, go to Dominoes, hit the beach for an hour before heading to the DVD shop, then home to have a marathon of a DVD session with my buddy. I feel a bit bad as I really should have showed him more of Marmaris, but hangovers say no when it comes to doing the tourist thing Im afraid. Monday brought with it a load of work to catch up on and my pal heading back to Istanbul. I thought I was in for a quiet night, however Joanne the Minger reminded me that her family were leaving the day after and that we were all going to the marina for dinner and drinks. It was a good night, and due to me actually eating dinner whilst consuming beer, I did not get drunk. How odd? I still managed to be late getting home as we nonced on over to the Slavers boat for a few more drinks. Isnt that always the way? Today brings us up to Tuesday and my first proper night in alone, hence the blogging. I still feel filled with impending doom and I can only put this down to me dumping the dentist. Should I have waited longer? Should I have waited at least another 2 weeks to see how it went? Answers on a postcard please!
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The monkey
9/27/2011 05:14:23 am
Just forget about him
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