Oh my fucking god, last night was large!! Here's the lowdown:

Before heading out Dabby, Tom, Jenny and myself had a couple of cheeky beers to set us on our way. Started the night at a packed Tolbooth, whose capacity was maxed out and absolutely rammed from wall to wall. Everyone was there (except Beefy), the atmosphere was awesome and banter flowed from every corner. I went for the first round of the night, getting sold with admirable swiftness (Bill knows how to keep the regulars happy) and went to sit with the lads. Bantered with the congregated masses for a while, couldn't believe how many people were down! Feesh reminded me of the "fluffing arm" incident on Thursday when I was shit-faced beyond comprehension, talked to Nick about his Honda Civic, bantered with everyone I saw really. Spoke to Roscoe, Jenny Riach, Dom, Andrea, Chris Fowler and a plethora of others who I haven't really seen since coming up, and probably won't see again until Easter. Later in the evening Morna turned up, who would later be the corrupting force behind most of the present Savage's Christmas hangovers!

Being the alcoholic she is, Morna suggested we go to the off-licence to get maulled seeing as Tom had been standing at the bar for a full hour without being sold. One of these days I'll teach him the art of getting sold at a bar. So Dabby, Tete, Tom, Morna and her friends and I head off to Victoria wine to begin emulating the ned night out by buying alcohol and downing it under the "bridge", as Morna would call it (I'd call it more of an "arch" personally). Being the incorrigible drunks that we are, Dabby and I had two tins of Miller each, Tete had some Tennents (I nicked two of them :-D), Tom had Scrumpy Jack, and Morna finished an entire bottle of Red Square in record time. We then headed back to the Booth to pick up Tom's jacket.

It was outside the Booth that we saw Lauren and Graeme who were talking to- get this- Cheswick!! Dabby then tells Graeme to tell Cheswick to come outside so he can kick the shit out of him (I told you we were getting into this ned persona in a big way!). Cheswick declined and hid inside the Booth, much to Dabby's frustration. I swear, the look in Dabby's eye left me with no question that he was going to tear Cheswick limb from limb. We then headed off to the Ned Inn with Lauren and Graeme to get further muckled.

Got to the Ned Inn and met a heap of people I haven't seen for ages. I remember talking to Lisa McNeil for a while about why the Institute of Sport hate me, and why Phil Reid in particular dislikes me. It was assez funny! Went up to the bar and got more drinks in, then saw my sister Jenny and sat with her for a while. Later in the evening Tom, Dabby and Tete came over as well as Morna and we bantered some more. Dabby insisted on heading upstairs, so I did but I caught sight of three people I'd rather not be around and decided I'd rather stay downstairs than be around them when in an already intoxicated frame of mind.

JT was working at the bar so we all got sold extra-quick! Jenny comes up to me with money from the GAD fund (Get Alan Drunk fund), with contributions from Dabby, Tete, Jenny and Morna, amongst others. Bought myself two pints of Tennents and chatted with JT a bit, then headed back to my seat. Dabby was back for a brief spell, and we witnessed first-hand the Chicken Charm in action, as Tete got his freak on with two bitches, one either side. Marvelled at his newfound confidence, that Poulet has certainly come a long way since his Nova Casa days.

Morna came to talk to me for the rest of the night which really cheered me up. Morna used her powers of persuasion to encourage me to down my remaining pint (lol, I don't need much incentive...) and then went to buy me another! She's such a great person to talk to and has a way of making you feel good! Alongside the GAD fund and being in such great company I managed to completely forget my troubles and had a rare, and unforgettable Christmas eve. Jenny played 44 songs on the jukebox over the course of the night, which must be a record of some sort!

By this point I was pretty much gone, and ready for my customary bout of throwing up. Ah, how I've missed those halcyon days of drinking till I throw up. After throwing up I made the executive decision to leave, for when I throw up it truly is downhill from that point on. Said goodbye to everyone, forgot that Dabby was supposed to be staying the night at mine and stumbled home on my own. I still don't know how he managed to get home.

When I say "stumbled", I mean that literally. Ever seen footage of the "stereotypical" drunk? It's all true- I swaggered from left to right of the pavement, completely unable to hold my balance. Sweet jesus I was fucked! I don't remember much of this, but Geraldine said that I was lying on the kitchen floor, passed out when she got home. All I remember is waking up in my bed, and not how I got there. Disturbing.

Today has been hell. At christmas you're supposed to be up early, smiling, looking good and eat a sizeable meal- all the things a person with a hangover dreads. It's been a struggle, but I'm pulling through, albeit with a headache and nursing a horrendous hangover. "You look awful" my mum says to me in the morning. "Yeah, you look like shit" Jenny adds, reminiscing about me downing a pint of Stella. The meal was lovely, but I couldn't stomach much of it. It's been good so far, but my fragile stomach and head are a constant reminder of how much I had last night.

And here I am now, writing this (admittedly) boring blog. The screen hurts my eyes. I'm going to go back to bed now.

Posted by Star at 12/25/2003 04:30:00 PM | |