by
EnamelSlide
@ 09/03/08 - 13:53:43
So i went out partying last night and had a great night! We went to RD's house - she shares with 5 other girls who were all really nice! 3 of them are teachers, one is a hairdresser and the other a make up artist. We got straight down to business and starting boozing it up. With the radio blaring 70's and 80's tunes, we all got into character bopping around. Can i just say I have never seen so many false eyelashes in my life!! Poor makeup artist girlie was nominated as the person most qualified to apply drag queen style falsies - and applying them proved a big source of hilarity 
We jumped into our cab when he arrived. Ever the brownie and always prepared, SL had managed to pour vodka and coke into a 1.5l bottle of coke which we consumed in the back of the cab on the way to the club. Classy hey?
We had to stop off along the way, i think somewhere near Embankment, as me and HF were dying for a piss. She noticed one of those loos that you pay to get into (trust me i wernt happy about using it as im funny enough about toilets as is) just on the side of a main road. I have no idea (nor did she apparently) on how to use one of these babies. 20p to pee hmmm. I hadnt brought my handbag but HF did, but had no change 
So while were both standing there with our legs crossed and bouncing up and dpwn with desperation, she sunk a £1 into it. There we stood waiting for the big door to swing back so that we could relieve our bladder. Nothing happened, nada. Money didnt pop back out, we were hitting it, trying to slide the door open but we got nothing. HF stuck another £1 in there and still nothing, at this point i was on the verge of peeing my pants, so i said fuck this, and im sorry to say that i had to pee in some office builidings side door (i think this is where the smokers go so im really sorry fellow smokers!). It was the only darkish corner i could find. HF had decided to join me but she was round the corner and we were laughing away at our 'prediciment'. A few seconds into peeing, the biggest fucking floodlight ive ever seen kicked in and suddenly myself and HF were in lit up in bright lights while a torrent of traffic drove by. Oh well, needs must
When we arrived there had been some sort of confusion with the cabs. We had booked them to come and pick us up later (with the cab company) but our cab drivers had no idea what the hell we were talking about. So we gave up and headed into the club. Being on the guest list, we thought entry would be fast but nooooooooooooooo. Even the guest list had a bloody queue. Oh and it gets worse, it really starting pissing it down with rain...my hair ended up looking like rat tails, i was soaking through, my gorgeous straw wedges were soaking wet too. Spent ages getting ready to have it all rained away grrr 
Anyhoo, had a good time inside. The majority of people were dressed up and there was such a lovely friendly vibe inside. People were there just to have fun, was great. £5.50 for a JD and coke though...im glad i wasnt going to need too many more at that fuckin price. Aaaaannnd i ahd to pay £1 for a wristband that allowed me to go outside to smoke and to regain entry. Taking the piss or what?!!
Unbeknown to us, RD had spent the last hour outside puking her guts up outside the turkish kebab shop. Took us ages to find her adn when i did i managed to capture this moment on my camera (yes its going straight onto facebook muwahahhaha).
While RD was being ill the rest of us headed into Mr Kebab mans shop. He must be one hell of a rich man, im telling you there must have been at least 30 people at a time inside the tiniest of shops. Mr Kebab man was loving it all, laughing away with all the drunk people dressed in silly wigs and clothes.
After numerous phonecalls to the cab firm and also the cab man, our cab turned up. Bless him he must have the paitience of a saint. We musta phoned him about 10 times asking if he was coming, and none of understanding what the fuck he was saying. I had zero money so couldnt even tip him well.
Dropped everyone off and ended up in the cab alone. Mr cab man was very much like a sweet uncle. He dropped me home and said he wouldnt leave until he saw id gotten into my front door. So i got in and waved like a demented woman and off he went home.
Today i was worried i was going to wake up with a killer hangover, but i must be blessed because at the moment im just feeling invigorated and hungry. So this morning ive been bouncing around the place just feeling, well good. And i now i am off to prepare a culunary sausage and egg sarnie mmmmmmmmmmm
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So starts the drum of the dentists drill and in he goes. A few seconds in all is well...few more seconds and he really feckin hurt me. He tells me i shouldnt be feeling any pain in a patronising tone. He then gives me a 5minute lecture on how its all connected on one nerve so i shouldnt be feeling pain and that its all in my head. Err excuse me? That pain was fucking real asshole 
I pull myself together and give myself a talking to about behaving like a grown up and not a 5 year old kid. 'Proceed' i declared. And off he dived into my mouth once more.
