![]() Well dear 5 readers, I am finally able to blog after being hungover for the last 2 days. Turning 31 on Friday is actually not what happened to take it out of me... No, what did it was continuing the party all day Saturday, Saturday night and then trying to on Sunday but failing miserably. Yes, us 31 year old's try. We may fail, but we try at least. If turning 31 means I can no longer take the pace, then it can sod off back to which ever rock it crawled out of. Yes the weekend has been rather a messy one and I am officially off the drink until tomorrow night. It is Bayram after all :) So my weekend kick started on Friday morning, yes the actual day of the turning of age, when I went to the port to pick up the huge dude who had come over from Rhodes to join in the celebrations. He brought with him near enough the whole of the British supermarket. Bless. But he also brought with him a new coffee flask for me! OK, so it doesnt quite look like the one the Yanki lost, but its very close! Once again, bless. As I had to work for the majority of the day, I didnt start the festivities until around 8pm. This is where it all went Pete Tong. We went to Joanne the Mingers and got straight on the Absolute. Not one of my greatest ideas let me tell you. Especially as the ex text wishing me a happy birthday and sending my head spinning once again. Or could that have possibly been the Absolute? Either way, the head was up the arse. That ex of mine really is a shit. He doesnt want me but he doesnt want anyone else to have me either. Hence the reason he text me around about 10pm, knowing full well that I would be on the pop with my friends. He thinks he is clever but he is so not. My Absolute filled eyes can and will always see straight through him. Selfish arse! The reason me and the ex split up was because he went in the army. Dont get me wrong, I would have waited for that sucker, but I think he thought that I couldnt keep it in my pants for such a length of time. Oh how wrong he was... Anyway, it was hugely on and off all the way through the army, and still when he came out. Until he started dating a 'so called friend'. All I have to say about that is it didnt work out with her, so he started texting me again. Me being a sap let him for a period of time. I even had him round to mine a few times. Why? Like I said, I was a sap. Not any more! Yes I still think about him, but bye god, I could never forgive him for what he did, and the 'so called friend' is just a huge looser in the first place, so they are welcome to each other. I just wished I could remember that when I am drunk... Tit.com I never did get the whole sloppy seconds thing... Anyway, after the whole texting incident, we hit Bar Street. I wish I could say that I remembered it, but alas, I do not. The pictures have not even convinced me that I was there either. I do on the other hand have rather a lot of scratches and bruises that have been inflicted by possibly a rabid dog that I apparently would not leave for over an hour. This was all before getting to Bar Street! The dog was not small. It was a guard dog that happened to be a bloody German Sheppard that was on a chain, tied up due to it being so vicious. I off course thought that it would be a sweet thing if you were nice to it, but, as usual, I was wrong and have the scares to prove it... I even bought a new dress for the occasion, but as I dont remember wearing it, I get to wear it again really soon :) Anyway, that was Friday. Saturday... What on earth can I say about Saturday? OK, Saturday I missed the Benders from Eastenders once again. I seriously need to learn a lesson here and stop drinking on a Friday night... Other than that, we all went out for lunch and didnt come home till 3am. Lunch turned into Shandy's, Shandy's turned into Beers, Beer's turned into Vodka's, and I turned into a some sort of wanker. Normal night out then...! Sunday was a different story. I tried to force a shandy down me but it was just not happening. I may have sulked for a while about this. Joanne the minger and the huge dude on the other hand were not suffering from the same affliction. Seemed to be working well for them, so why not for me? Alcoholic poisoning possibly? Anyway we did a few hours on the beach and then down to the marina for another hour until I could take the pain no longer and needed to get back to the comfort of my own home. I was greeted with a lovely surprise of the house looking like a bog. Why is it when drunk, the house just seems to mess itself up? And then there was today. Day 2 of the stinking hangover. I have not felt the love for much today to be fair. The poor huge dude has had to deal with vicious Lou for the last couple of days too. Poor bugger. I put it down to that manipulative ex texting me. I think he now needs to just piss off. And to top it all off, the stupid Yanki had blocked me from viewing his wall on facebook. So, nothing else for it but to delete that sucker. Why he wanted to restrict my access is beyond me. Its not like I ever wanted to drunk stalk him. Ha, maybe he wanted me to! Or maybe not, but what a fool to have done it in the first place. Even though I now have a new coffee flask, I still have not gotten over the loss of the first one. RIP my funky coffee flask :( Yes dear 5 readers of mine, the weekend is now over, but no time for the impending doom to set in as we are on it like a car bonnet tomorrow night for Bayram. Needless to say it will end in disaster as it always does. I think I will leave the phone at home as at least then I wont be tempted to bombard that looser ex of mine with texts. Well, not until I get home anyway. The thing is, the sucker always replies! What the hell is wrong with him? I pick fights for the fun of it and he replies. Without fail! Ahh well, all's well that ends well with this weekend. It may be time to hang up the drinks though after tomorrow night as I feel a 3 day hangover coming on... Watch this space! P.S. The looser that usually sends me crappy comments about my blog has now stopped. They were getting quite entertaining. Nothing like a bit of jealously to spark someone off is there?
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