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June 24, 2003

MONDAY NIGHT AT DESTINYS

"Do you fancy going into town tonight?" Alex asked when he called me last night. "I wouldn't usually go out on a school night, but why not?" I replied.

An hour later, Alex, Tony, Julia and I were in Watford town centre drinking our cut price bottles of warm Stella and feeling very over age. "What's wrong with you Julia?" Tony asked as she struggled to drink her wine. "I can't drink it too quickly" she replied, Tony frowned, "well come on for God's sake, you're drinking like a pigeon".

Soon after, we were in Bodega's drinking the 80% strong Polish Firewater and slowly getting the feeling that the evening was going to rapidly progress down that all too familiar road to debauchery.

Much banter and beer later and we were in Destinys. Here the alcohol began to settle in and the dancefloor beckoned, much to the confusion of the teeny-bopper clubbers there who had never seen the shopping trolley, wash the dishes or reverse the car dances before. We danced for what seemed like hours, I don't really remember it and I certainly don't remember getting home.

What I do remember, however, is waking up fully clothed this morning, peeling a slice of bread off the side of my face, removing the half-eaten remains of my mouthful from my chin, glancing at the clock and saying 'F*CK' very loudly when I realised I was going to be late for work.

Mark R then informed me that when I had arrived home in the early hours, I had tripped over a bag in the hall and fallen into his bedroom door, which promptly opened, I then said 'SH*T' several times and stumbled into the kitchen where I spilt the squash and attacked the bread.....

Posted by jonola14 at June 24, 2003 6:57 PM