Had a ridiculously drunk Friday night last night. It was RIDONKULOUS.
The night started with us running late, because well Will and I always seem to when we’re going on a night out, but thankfully a cab managed to flag us down (most probably due to my flailing and wailing trying to walk in high heels), and he took us the back way to the hilton 
for the IBM meal and cocktail do.
Got there a bit flustered, but Will’s dad (Bob) and Nicky were already there with a bottle of vino open, BONUS! Barely ate during the day, so we were looking forward to a good meal. I was given my plate with an anorexic chicken breast on it, I waited for my veg, then realised the shriveled up bits of courgette underneath my chicken were my veg. DESIGNER portions my arse! We should have expected it really. It really was a tiny shit attempt at a meal.
So, already tipsy from the 2 bottles of wine and lack of food, we head up to Cloud 23 with our free cocktail vouchers! Managed to get a booth with our own waiter, ‘Liquid Liam’. I ordered my cosmopolitan and managed to knock it back quite quickly, Bob ordered a bottle of champers, and Nicky decided to give me her cosmo -jeepers!
We managed to tank through 3 bottles of champagne somehow, with strawberries as well of course. AND I had another cosmo -pretty sure I spilt half of it down myself. Definitely a sign of a drunken mess. After paying the over £200 bar bill, we left for home, but not before I fell over (weak ankles and high heels) in the Hilton Foyer! Bob and Nicky thinking I was too drunk to stand hoisted me up and carried me to a taxi with Will. Embarrassing!
I do not remember getting home. I do not remember what I did when I got home. I was fucked.
I woke up naked (0900), and as soon as I sat up I had the violent urge to throw up. Which I’ve had up until now (1525). FML.
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