The thing about long, busy weeks is that you tend to go overboard on the weekend. And that is exactly what i intended to do, unsuccessfully might I add.
The Sexy cousin and I decided to see how our usual club is doing. All excited, cause I haven’t been out in weeks with her, due to a “big deal” exam. I made a huge fuss and took a ridiculously long time to get ready. Looking pretty good and feeling confident, we were ready for the night to begin. The forces of nature were definitely against us, the pouring rain managed to soak us both. By the time we got to the club, we looked like we had swam in the sewer and, to make things worse, I started feeling nauseas and was on the verge of passing out before I even had my first drink – have you ever! Being the tough one that I am, I tried to stick it out. Smiling became a painful chore, breathing was next to impossible and, due to the tightness of my dress, I was trying everything to keep myself from passing out from the lack of oxygen to the brain and other important body parts.
Attempting dancing wasn’t the greatest of ideas. My head, having a mind of its own, started spinning. On top of that my “I’m a dying fish” dancing moves, due to losing all feeling in my arms and legs, must have looked like I was a complete alcoholic that just came out of rehab and decided to celebrate. We called it quits after being followed around the dance floor by three crazy chicks drunker than I wasn’t.
The next night went a whole lot better, feeling like myself again. I partied till some ridiculous hour, contemplated body shots and thankfully decided against it, instead I made it my mission to pick up The Looker next to me and insisted we do shots.
Today I’m back at work and miss the weekend already. Oh how quick it passes!
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