No, booze, 'til TX

I'm in the process of clearing my old blog and moving anything of mild interest into this one space.

January 30th, 2007.

Current mood:groggy

Approximately 3 weeks ago i went to "90s Nite" at the Barfly in Birmingham. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, the state i got myself into really took the piss (see fig.1).


Fig.1

I have no recollection of the night, at all, (though unfortunately my friend helped piece it together with some pretty disgusting photo's) apart from when i got home. I was stood holding my laptop, and as i was unable to actually stand the floor began to get closer to my face and because of the laptop i couldn't put my arms down to brace the fall so i eat some major shit and fell on the left side of my chin. (accidently erased my pics of the chin, but it wasn't cute). The bruising lasted a good 10 days but then disappeared quickly after i began constantly rubbing witch hazel on it but the lump still remains.

My mom (yes to make things even worse i was my parents house) came into my bedroom around 8am the next morning and asked me if i was ok as apparently the sofa in the lounge had moved and i had knocked the lampshade so it was crooked and had shouted to my dad the night before when i got home that i couldn't find the dog. (who was sleeping in the room i was in - he is a big old golden retriever) Thank fuck i made it to the bedroom as i was only wearing knickers (?).

I swore then that i was going to seriously lay off the booze this year. That was 3 weeks ago and i have a pretty awful confession. Apart from this last week when i have been post Vegas sick i only spent 4 days without a drink since that time. What with visiting friends back home, birthdays, shows and Las Vegas, it's been a hard time for the liver.

I was all pleased with myself for laying low though until last night when i went to my friends birthday party. There was a pretty endless supply of booze, and well, i over indulged. All was fine, i danced with people i had only just met to Prince sat by a nice log fire and was pretty dandy until i left and got in the taxi to go home to pass out in my bed. Then i realised my stupid drunk ass had left my phone in the taxi.

I've tried to get it back today, and will keep calling the lost property sections of a few city cab firms (yes, so drunk - again - that i didn't even know which firm the cab that got me home was part of) but when i called Cingular to suspend my account they informed me if i want to replace my old phone it will be a delightful $249.

Fuck you booze, see you tomorrow!