Posts Tagged ‘drinking’

Something of Myself

November 17, 2008


This is my favourite picture from my saturday night out. It was a flat warming event for my friend Quirky to celebrate her being single, finding a smashing flat on the Barbican (she’s arrived!!) and general fabulousness.

The dressing up theme changed several times but ended up being wear whatever you like plus neon pink tights and these daft scrunchie things we got from Claire’s Accessories and a side ponytail. A bloke in the pub called me Malibu Stacey. He he he. why didn’t i think of that?

Obviously the most fun to be had was before we left the flat, hanging out of the window and laughing at people, asking them if they had been sponsored by Topshop (men in fashion cardigans) and making rude comments about the girls trying to impersonate Quality Streets (those hideous neon satin dresses from new look).

After that we ventured to The Maritime for cheap drinks. Sadly toreap this reward one has to put up with being surrounded by dim looking chav boys, a rugby team and well, quite terrifying girls. ho hum.

Sadly this resulted in being gratuitusly groped by said rugby oiks which resulted in me screaming ‘well why don’t you get a f**king life!!’ at one of them.

After many a vodka and redbull we totterd off to Annabels for a bop. This was moslty good except for the increasing number of face girls in there. By face girls i mean the ‘is that the best you can do??’ face accompanied by the looking down noses at people dancing and being silly and having a good time. Not cool.

I do recall having a VERY random conversation with a stranger about how to win back the affection of ones girlfriend after a bout of chlymidia. Nice!


June 13, 2008

I’ve been having a good rant on I’m in that grouchy mood. I got so bored this week I started going for runs on my own. In hindsight, Stonehouse at teatime isn’t overly safe for me. I’m only little. Too many drunk folk for my liking! However a bunch of marines leaned out of a car and told me they were inl ove with me. It was almost worth it for that! (Before anyone gets excited I was fully covered, wrists to ankles!).

I have a chum visitng for the weekend if the trip isn’t scuppered by this fuel problem. If anyone needs me this weekend I will be poncing about in Annabels, or possibly Zeros if I get pawed too much.

Look if you like, but you will have to leap

May 19, 2008

So that was the end of a dark week at Shep Towers. Less said the better about that.

However…I had some high praise in my placement feedback and a reminder that I really need to get over myself sometimes. My course is hard but I am good at this being a Social Worker game.

We had a much needed night out on Saturday though and a trawl around the scutter bars on Union Street until we could bear it no more and went to Annabels. I got trashed for the first time in months but I was quite well behaved for me until the end of the night when my new Faith strappy stillettos got the better of me!

Because the lady is a tramp.

January 1, 2008

Now and then, well very occasionally I get to say ‘yeh well I did it with style’. New Years Eve was one of these occasions. Claire and I toasted 2008 on the balcony of View 2 with a bottle of Moet in full length ballgowns at the masked ball.

And then I walked across the Hoe in spike heels through the mud and ripped the hem off my dress. There are bits of my red dress attached to various bits of the West Hoe area, lamp posts and the like. And in the foyer of boy’s flat. And the lift. My heels have mud tidemarks. The glamour! Then I sat on a beanbag and drank about a gallon of Dom Perignon or however that is spelled.

The boy told me he loved me and proposed drunkenly several times. I told him to not to say it again until he was sober. He stopped at about 11am this morning!


Theres a guy works down the chip shop swears he’s Elvis…..

December 9, 2007

And he’s a liar and I’m not sure about you.

Well that was a night out and a half. Playscheme xmas party. Playscheme boss did a cracking job I have to say. We had dinner at Barbican Kitchen which is a Tanners restuarant – those little chaps on This Morning making the puddings no less. It was amazing food fans!!!

After that we did the barbican pub crawl and I ended up dancing on the tables with my boss and the manager ha ha ha.

However…..we went up to Union Rooms for more dancing about except I bumped into Text Boy at the bar. (last year short term bf bit of a wanker). As always he tried to talk to me and I blanked him. Not mature I know but frankly I can’t stand him. So I got my JD and wandered off. As if by magic my phone buzzed almost instantly. It was text boy. Gah. I could transcribe the whole conversation but it was quite lengthy. The gist of it was me telling him to go away to the point where I actually sent a message saying ‘I dont want to be friends, I dont even like you as a person as you are rude and arrogant’ He responded by saying he missed me and kept trying to convince me to go back to the pub and have a drink with him. Id left to go to BNP boy’s house by then – on purpose yes! I got bored after that and went to bed. When I got up this morning there were 5 messages from him asking if he could come round and talk to me!!! FFS!!! I replied at about lunchtime assuming he was drunk and would retract it all. He did not!!!

Honestly men are such opportunists!!!

and no – I’m not even entertaining the thought – I want even flattered!