That's right my lovelies, I'm back from my three days of clubbing / getting completely trashed. There's only a couple of problems with that; 1} I only got semi-drunk on the first night and elected to stay sober for the other two and 2} We only went clubbing two nights out of three because we were too drunk and snuggly on the first night to go out.
Wednesday night: There was a pyjama party at a club so during the day we went to town and stocked up on alcohol, fatty food {cringe} and pyjamas to wear! Well, we got as far as the alcohol and fatty food. I had two litres of Malibu rum with apple and guava which was amazing. It was only 5.4% alcohol but it tasted like lolly water so I was drinking at least three glasses every fifteen minutes. Add that to the fact that I had little to no food the whole day and you got one semi-drunk person. It was quite nice. That's the closest to being drunk I have been in a very, very long time. Someone even took advantage of my drunkeness and I ended up having a nice little snuggle while he had his hand down my pants but no sex was involved. My friend banged him about three or four days before me and I had heard that he was awful so no thank you, I'll find someone good ;] The snuggling and fingering was good though. It took all my will-power to actually say no. We fell asleep in each others arms, it was adorable. Just like in the movies, just minus the whole 'love' part ;]
Thursday AKA the best night of my life: Thursday was pretty much just a normal day. We fucked around doing nothing; went into town to buy more alcohol, get MORE fatty food and just strolled around the shops. It was lovely. I actually was in major health kick mode and I got SUSHI. I ate about half of it then felt sick so I threw out the rest. Woohoo, less calories! The rest of the day just passed by in a blur. My friend and her boyfriend fought, a lot. They fought the whole time we were there. Three days of arguments and fighting. Not good. It stopped as soon as he got legals though - bloody typical druggie if you ask me. Well we went out clubbing and I PULLED A HOT GUY. He's so ridiculously good looking. If it wasn't for my friend then it wouldn't have happened too. It started with innocently dancing in front of him which turned into grinding on him which turned to hooking up with him. Oh yes. He had a sleeve, well half of one. It was sexy as fuck. I would have jumped him in the middle of the club if I had the opportunity. After a day of badness that was definitely the best ending I could have hoped for. I now have his number and I'm searching for him on Facebook but that's easier said than done. I still haven't found him and I've been looking for ageeeeeeeees >.<
Friday: My friend and her boyfriend were fighting again. We went down to the bus station to pick up another friend. They had McDonald's for breakfast and I just sat there watching them while my stomach gurgled but I resisted. No fatty McDonald's for me. We took the friend to the hospital so he could visit his family. We then went to town and wandered around for a while because the house was locked and we couldn't get back inside. When we finally got back home they started fighting again. We went to the brothel to visit some friends. They were amazing. I love them. The best people you could find probably work in a brothel. No joke. They're lovely people but they're 'shunned' by the people who know what they do because they just make assumptions about them. It's not nice. We got more fatty food, my two vices: bacon and cheese shapes and Belgium slice. Thankfully the girls at the brothel ate most of it. Woohoo! LESS CALORIES. That night we went to a concert and wow, it was crazy. I've never been to a concert or IN a moshpit so I was trampled. I'm only little and people took that as a chance to jump on me, push me, kick me, hit me and just generally beat me up. After an hour of it I was getting annoyed so I just elbowed anyone who touched me. I went downstairs with some friends and we just sat in the smoking area and listened to the rest of the concert. I liked that a lot better. After it was over they wanted to go clubbing and I was keen, until I got to the actual club. People were grabbing my ass, shoving me and just being generally annoying. I wasn't having fun so I ended up walking home by myself and went to sleep. I have to admit, I hated that night. The best part of it was the walk home because I knew I was getting exercise. Pathetic, right?
That leaves today, Saturday. We cleaned up our stuff and I'm currently sitting on the floor of my room in my free t-shirt that I got from the bottle shop. It says only guilty of looking great. It's awesome. I quite like my shirt. And I also have good news: I only gained .2kg the whole time and that was after eating candy, pizza, tonnes of bread and other crappy food too AND it's the middle of the day after I ate a bunch of food. So hopefully tomorrow it'll be even lower. I would be happy just to maintain actually. We'll see.
Stay strong lovelies <3
xo
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