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Went to cinema and saw Sin City. Not sure what was most entertaining, the film or watching security trying to eject two noisy pissheads from the front. Both made me laugh equally.
Next stop was the call center where MIB (Mad Irish Bird) still had an hour of work and where we proceeded to drink vodka and talk loudly, so if you called 118 118 last night and got through to somewhere with a woman in the background talking about cock, that was me.
In and out of several pubs and a nice descent into drunkeness until I couldn't stand it anymore and had to dance. Blagged our way into club through us knowing the bouncer ("Had any guests in tonight yet Mike? No? You have now!") and then past queue as one of my protégés had been made manager in my time away. This meant free drinks. Raaarrrr!
Then I discovered the club was full of my rugby lads. They seemed quite happy to see me and I now know their secret handshake. They have been warned that although drunk I'll remember everything they got up to. They looked a little worried - and so they should be! Something tells me they'll be bringing their glasses back and being good for a while. Haha!
A nice man chatted me up with the cheesiest lines I've heard in a long, long time. He was ok but could not seem to grasp the fact that as I'm in a relationship I was not, no way, 100%, definitely not a chance in hell going to snog him. Fool. Pfft!
Got 4 hours sleep then staggered to the YMCA to do a favour for my mate Michelle. I had to participate in an advanced step class for her level 2 qualification. So somewhere out there is a video of me looking like death and sweating pure unadulterated vodka.
Scary stuff.
Next stop was the call center where MIB (Mad Irish Bird) still had an hour of work and where we proceeded to drink vodka and talk loudly, so if you called 118 118 last night and got through to somewhere with a woman in the background talking about cock, that was me.
In and out of several pubs and a nice descent into drunkeness until I couldn't stand it anymore and had to dance. Blagged our way into club through us knowing the bouncer ("Had any guests in tonight yet Mike? No? You have now!") and then past queue as one of my protégés had been made manager in my time away. This meant free drinks. Raaarrrr!
Then I discovered the club was full of my rugby lads. They seemed quite happy to see me and I now know their secret handshake. They have been warned that although drunk I'll remember everything they got up to. They looked a little worried - and so they should be! Something tells me they'll be bringing their glasses back and being good for a while. Haha!
A nice man chatted me up with the cheesiest lines I've heard in a long, long time. He was ok but could not seem to grasp the fact that as I'm in a relationship I was not, no way, 100%, definitely not a chance in hell going to snog him. Fool. Pfft!
Got 4 hours sleep then staggered to the YMCA to do a favour for my mate Michelle. I had to participate in an advanced step class for her level 2 qualification. So somewhere out there is a video of me looking like death and sweating pure unadulterated vodka.
Scary stuff.