I crack myself up!
Jul. 26th, 2003 11:15 amI had a lot of fun last night. However, having alcohol that you don't pay for (well, not per glass, I mean included in the cover charge) leads to me getting very drunk.
First of all, Hope and I met up at Melbourne Central, and realised that neither of us brought the directions to Genie's place with us. Dorks. We had to stop by Hope's work and get it. Then, we went to Genie's and had fun with three girls all getting ready, doing hair and makeup together. It was fun.
Then, we all went to the Buffy Ball (held at the "Grand Buffet Hall" which with one "y" had become the "Grand Buffy Hall" *bg*) and had a lot of alcohol and a lot of fun. Seriously, far too much alcohol, and I'm still feeling a bit drunk and seedy this morning.
I can remember opening my front door, I can remember pulling off my coat and leaving it on the floor, and I can remember trying to go online (made perfect sense at the time. Just be glad you weren't all subjected to very drunk ramblings *g*). What I don't remember is taking my hair out of the bun and plaiting it (yay for good habits) or typing up notes to myself for the morning. *g*
So, I get on the computer at 11am, thinking I've been awake for two hours and I doubt I'll get back to sleep) and find the following sitting in a text file called "Last Night":
( Last Night )
Heh. This amuses the hell out of me. I'm so very... self-indulgent when drunk. *g* Plus, look at my typing! Considering I couldn't stand without swaying, that's a pretty low typo count.
First of all, Hope and I met up at Melbourne Central, and realised that neither of us brought the directions to Genie's place with us. Dorks. We had to stop by Hope's work and get it. Then, we went to Genie's and had fun with three girls all getting ready, doing hair and makeup together. It was fun.
Then, we all went to the Buffy Ball (held at the "Grand Buffet Hall" which with one "y" had become the "Grand Buffy Hall" *bg*) and had a lot of alcohol and a lot of fun. Seriously, far too much alcohol, and I'm still feeling a bit drunk and seedy this morning.
I can remember opening my front door, I can remember pulling off my coat and leaving it on the floor, and I can remember trying to go online (made perfect sense at the time. Just be glad you weren't all subjected to very drunk ramblings *g*). What I don't remember is taking my hair out of the bun and plaiting it (yay for good habits) or typing up notes to myself for the morning. *g*
So, I get on the computer at 11am, thinking I've been awake for two hours and I doubt I'll get back to sleep) and find the following sitting in a text file called "Last Night":
( Last Night )
Heh. This amuses the hell out of me. I'm so very... self-indulgent when drunk. *g* Plus, look at my typing! Considering I couldn't stand without swaying, that's a pretty low typo count.