On Saturday night, my friend got a
group of people together for her birthday; we had a lovely meal and then went
to the infamous Gypsies for a night of far too many drinks! Now, the beginning
of the evening I had such a terrible headache, that I had decided I was most
likely going to have dinner and then go home..Yeah right! The restaurant next door was hosting a banquet, and
they were playing some really good tunes- so getting me right in the mood. The
two panadols seemed to be working and the red wine was going down well. So, I
ended up going out.
Generally speaking, by the time it
gets to 2.00 am, I am getting in a taxi and heading home to the comfort of my
bed. Not this time. This time, the alcohol was getting the better of me and I
just kept drinking. For those of you that know me, I am most definitely not a
tequila drinker- so why I had numerous shots of it on Saturday, I have no idea.
A combination of wine, beer, tequila, jager bombs and springboks was not the
best idea! Although I didn’t feel drunk at the time- when I woke up on Sunday
morning I think I still was. Sunday, I was totally useless!
Like an idiot, I took a phone out
that was not fully charged and realised at 2.30 in the morning that it was
telling me to “Connect charger”. Shit. So I made a quick call to my taxi asking
him to come at 3.15,and then proceeded to write down all three numbers I had of
his on my arm, in case it died before he got there- which of course it did! He
was there on time, and I got home safe and sound.
It was a great night out catching
up with old friends! Throughout the evening though there was just one
particular person on my mind…
I miss you.