Last night was just straight up fucking weird.
I ended up getting more hammered than I have been in months. And that was before we even left my mates house. I mean hurling my guts up all morning hungover hammered.
We ended up getting to the Eatons Hill I don't even remember when, about 7 or 8 maybe? Then proceeded to get stuck into their 2 for 1 drinks for several hours until that stopped. Which probably didn't help the violently ill hangover.
There were these two girls at the table next to us out on the balcony at some point still fairly early in the night that, for reasons that still totally elude me, desperately wanted to take a photo with me.
I vaguely recall necking on with some other girl later on in the night sometime, but for the life of me can't even remember her name, or if I even got it, but after about midnight basically everything is gone.
So now it's 7:30pm and I'm STILL hungover as shit and just flat out dreading having to go back to work again tomorrow after having last week off.
At least it's only a 3 day week for me though I suppose.