![]() Sitting here with somewhat of a cocktail induced hangover, I realize I must have been ever so slightly more tipsy than I thought I was last night. Ahh well, it was well deserved! But more of that later... So this week has been rather mental to say the least. After Monday's blog post, I managed to cheer myself up by taking part in some very random things. Funny how random crap can cheer up the most miserable of souls... Tuesday I found myself in a bit of a tricky situation that I was unable to say no to and was roped into hosting Bingo and a quiz in one of the hotels I work with. As I had not done this for numerous years, a few beers was a necessity. It actually turned out to be a rather good night in general and I met some cool drunk people. Or was that just me looking in the mirror? Either way, cool drunk people non the less! Wednesday Work was a chore especially with the hangover that seemed to bite me on the asse in a rather big way, but then a good friend of mine suggested an impromptu vodka night at my house that me and my hangover jumped at. Why is it that when you have a hangover the only thing that seems to cure it is more drink? Anyway, it bloody well worked. We had a jolly old drink and were in full swing of vodka night when the ex snappy dressing suitor that only lasted for a week showed up at my door. Uncomfortable.com Firstly my vodka drinking friend must have felt rather uncomfortable and secondly I had not drunk half enough vodka to deal with the ex suitor and his lack of English... Why is it that when in full swing of vodka night my non Turkish turns into rather a lot of Turkish swearing? Somehow I knew that I hadnt seen the last of him. Anyway, as I am not a rude sort I invited him in but as you have probably guessed, he was not particularly struck on seeing my male vodka drinking friend sitting rather comfortably on the sofa. Getoverit.com Awkwardness filled the room with its vibes, and with that I knew another vodka or 10 were called for. Stat! And thats how it went down, fueled with vodka I was determined to have my say about the whole key/pizza situation. And thankfully I had a translator available right there and then! How lucky must my vodka drinking friend have felt?! Poor Bugger eh? Anyway, I managed to get my point across but I dont think everything that I said was translated as I could see the look on my vodka drinking pals face at some of the things that I was coming out with, and thinking things through properly now, I just knew that if the roles were reversed I would have wisely chosen only certain points to translate. And with that, vodka night continued until I woke up on the sofa with a blurry recollection of the previous nights happenings and a Dog hopping up and down desperate for a wee. Thursday Man alive not another hangover? Sadly yes. Stupid hungover girl with far to much work to get through before having to host a karaoke evening (Yes you heard me right) (And with my voice too I know!). Well only one thing for it right, more beer. Now I didnt know that getting people up to sing would be such a hard task that would require me having to sing first. If I had of known this I possibly would have chickened out of going. I possibly wouldnt have had the great night that I had and I possibly would have woken up on Friday morning without the hangover. Its the "Sliding Doors" theory isnt it. But, I didnt know that I was required to sing first did I, and I didnt know that I would need to be half cut to get up and do it due to huge amounts of nerves getting the better of me, I didnt know my voice was as shocking as it was and I didnt know that I would enjoy it so much! But what I did know was that I was going to have a stinker of a hangover in the morning. Dam you Karaoke! Friday Oh what a dirty sinker of a hangover morning/afternoon/early evening. Why do I insist upon doing this to myself? I'll tell you why, cos sometimes you have to, thats why. But I knew I had to pull it together as I was being taken out for dinner and drinks by one of the 5 of you that reads this. Hey Tom :)! Funny how that happened really. Always nice to receive comments from all 5 of you and even nicer to be wined and dined (Im sure there is a hint in there for the other 4 of you). Now this could have turned out to be a disastrous evening. Yes indeed it could have. Tom could have been an old pervy dude looking to get his rocks off. Or it could have gone in the other direction and been super awkward with huge amounts of silence, lots of looking around, fiddling with the tooth picks and small talk, etc. Even worse, I could have been rapped and murdered (so warned all my dear concerned friends). But as you can see, I was thankfully neither rapped nor murdered. What I found instead of the pervy dude and the usual small talk crap was rather a lot of non small talk, interesting conversation, Brandy, Mojito's, more Brandy and very good company (obviously I dont just mean me here). Time disappeared into a cloud of what I can only say turned into a yet another hangover today. So what potentially could have been awkward as arse was a rather good night indeed. Pleasantlysurprised.com Thanks Tom :) So what does tomorrow hold for this severely hungover socialite? Well, I know I wont have a hangover (I know, how odd!) due to staying in and blogging instead of going out and shaking my asse, but its only 12am, things have changed at later times than this before...
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TB
7/2/2011 06:17:07 pm
I am not against you having a good time, but please, please think of the consequence of having a hangover every day. I won't say no more. Glad you had a good time
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