graduation ceremony last night. it was nice. nothing special. it was interesting to catch up with uni mates and other people i trained with. there were other places i would have rather been, but i felt it was something i should have gone to. steven bradbury was the orator. he was funny, and his motivational speech was more than "just wait for everyone else to fuck up and then get ahead".
to celebrate my graduation we planned on heading out. we spent about 2 hours at home just trying to decide where to go. we decided to go gay and hit the market. i caught up with some friends there. it was good to see them. peta dropped by and much fun was had. the night ended at 5:30ish. just headed home and chilled out for a couple of hours.
i slept at about 7.
woke up at 9.
i bummed around in bed checking web blogs and newspapers. 11:30 was when i was meant to meet daniel, jeremy and the gang at Carnival for a little picnic. i left the house at 10:30 and picked up various items of food and wine. at this point i was feeling reasonably okay. when i got there i cracked open a beer and started drinking. the one beer was getting me tipsy due to the lack of sleep, food and liver function. had some more vodka jelly shots (which were so very nice and strong). by the time the food was served i was truely tipsy. over lunch i decided to try some punch. people warned me the punch was insanely intoxicating. and i think it was. after finishing a glass of wine i decided to go for a wander.
i ended up looking for darkus. i sat down with them and chatted a little bit, nibbled on some food. at this point i was already drunk. they offered me a glass of champagne and i couldn't resist. 10 minutes after finishing the glass i passed out. slept for half an hour and woke up feeling a bit headachey. walked back to the picnic area and grabbed myself another drink. i fell asleep again. woke up, grabbed another drink. scotty messaged me. the sms conversation became weirder and weirder.
scotty: how much longer will you guys be there for?
me: im drunk.
scotty: she choke on her tits?
me: i'll choke on your tits...
at one point i thought it was better to just ring as it would probably make more sense...
*beep*
me: huh? why didnt it ring. is this voice mail? i don't understand, the phone didn't ring.
daniel: that wasn't a voice mail message was it?
me: i don't know.
daniel: ure drunk.
drank some more. almost fell asleep again. i realised i was too drunk to make it home by myself. i really didn't trust myself. daniel and jeremy graciously let me follow them back home and i crashed on the couch. i fell asleep sitting up.
i woke up in jeremy's bed. all comfy and not upright. lying down is a better position for sleeping...
stumbled outside and found scotty. after a tea i decided it was time for me to venture home. i caught a train to the city and then walked home.
a good weekend. carnival was so very lovely. thanks hon *hugs*.
4 comments:
thanks for a good night out on saturday. steven was funny. dinner was great. yay! i got chicken! lol.
as for that photo! hilarious! soo cute.
you probably called your own phone number, which is why it went *beep* straight away. now you know how confusing it is for everyone else when they call you. :-P
dx.
lol.. ringing my own number is something i would do...but i didnt this time. scotty has proof...
and that chicken...was mine! but out of the kindness of my heart, i gave to you... lucky poof...
and as for that photo... my arse looks big.
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