The silly season is here and the constant partying has begun, since I don’t do suttle, as usual I went overboard… and how I know that is, when it was time to get to bed my room decided to play tricks on me, the walls were spinning and my bed was playing hide and seek with me. When I eventually found it I manage to drunk dial four people before spinning into sleep.
You know it’s going to be a good night when nothing goes to plan and you end up going with the flow.
Club 1
A mad house, was impossible to get drinks and dancing was like fighting your way through a bull run. Left after some guy ran up to us and gave us a huge bear hug that left my bones cracked.
Club 2 (the usual place)
The party was happening and outta control. The first thing I saw when I walked in was Ex BF number 1, next thing I saw was Ex BF number 2 and so on until all four Ex BF were seen. I seriously need to broaden my dating horizons, good thing I’m on speaking terms with most of them otherwise could of turned into a very awkward night.
The drinks were flowing and the arms were flapping and the men were easy, my cousin was caught between two Italian hotties who were adamant on a kiss so to make things fair she kissed them both, they were more than happy to oblige. I on the other hand have very little memory from that point onwards.
Legendary!!
Ps: Need to find an instant hangover cure and win the Nobel Peace Prize.
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