After finishing work a little earlier than possible, I found myself stuck in traffic on the motorway and it was at a stand-still. I've never been in stand-still traffic after work, ever. An ambulance whizzed passed and I knew there had been an accident. I was stood still for about 20 minutes before it got going at about 5mph. I was worried I wasn't going to be able to get out in time!
Finally, I got home and started to exercise and do all my normal routined stuff. I text a friend, Marnee, who has been living in Manchester and he was coming out tonight. Yay! The smelly and sweaty me, was forced to take a bath because the shower is broken. It's becoming a real annoyance that shower. Plumbers tomorrow! Oh, and that reminds me, a viewing. Hope this one takes my room. Grr.
Off I went to party. I hit Queen's Court first for a few drinks and started to mingle before heading to Mission for hardcore partying. Somehow in the time I spent at Mission, which was not very long, I started to hurl. Not once, not twice, not even three times. Four times I threw up. So.. yeah, I had a lot to drink. But I had a lot less than what I normally consume on any night out. After the fourth hurl, I knew something was wrong. Off home I went.
I think I was slipped something but I've no idea at what point in the night. Still recovering; my stomach hurts and I feel drained.
My weekends officially over.
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