Blatently there must be an unwritten guide book to, how to go out in the evenings and not make a complete idiot out of yourself, that I am yet to discover.
Im also guessing this guide book will be close to the section of books that tells you, when exactly it would be appropriate to stop requesting yet another drink from the barman, and this would be the same barman that isnt flirting with you, it is just those slow motioned, fuzzy, simpathetic smiles that are becoming rapildly less visible through your drunken goggles.
It is that dreaded sinking feeling, waking up in your bed/someone elses bed/doorstep/bathroom floor/hospital/drain ....where ever you are....that really enphasises to me that...lucy, you really should not drink!...Your mind rapidly flicking back over the evenings events and you feel you are slowly slippin into a black hole of embarasment and regret..
"HAHA, you were so drunk last night"..."Remember when you tried to snog the bouncer?".......
"No I DONT BLOODY REMEMBER!"....
...Somethings will never change...