ToMswhatsitcalled,
Had a party saturday night.
2 dj's
1vj
100+ ppl
bonfire
100+ litres of booze
woke up the next morning with a hang over so incredibly bad and had a strange incident that i haven't had happen before. I rolled over and there she was. Who she was and how she got there is still a tad blurry and unknown. I got out of bed to discover I was still wearing shorts, not the same shorts that I was wearing the night before though. Sometime between the hours of 3am-5am i seem to have lost 2 hours of memory. Seeing things around my room helps bring back visual cues as to what i was up to. I found one pair of womens knickers, not sure what they were doing there and as of yet no one has come to claim them. Looking back through my camera indicates people came and went without me actually remembering their presence. In my cell phone a few new additions to my contacts have been made. In random areas i have found red love heart stickers placed. In my c.d. player c.d. I do not actually own have been found. The mystery of what the fuck I have been up to is slowly beginning to piece itself back together.
For years I have booed people who claim they drunk so much that they couldn't remember the night before,...I have always claimed that it is shame that is preventing them from remembering, not booze. However for the first time i think I have had what is officially known as a black out. Now that I have had one, I know i don't want another.
The recipe for blackout is simple...1 x sixer of beer, one bottle of red wine, an undefined amount of whiskey, served straight and a plentiful amount of punch of which its contents are still unknown. Consume all in a 4ish hour period and your there.
My only redeeming thought is that the 6 other people i live with the next have made no comments to the effects of "Man, you made an arse hole out of yourself last night."...or worse..."what was with the stripping last night?"
Had a party saturday night.
2 dj's
1vj
100+ ppl
bonfire
100+ litres of booze
woke up the next morning with a hang over so incredibly bad and had a strange incident that i haven't had happen before. I rolled over and there she was. Who she was and how she got there is still a tad blurry and unknown. I got out of bed to discover I was still wearing shorts, not the same shorts that I was wearing the night before though. Sometime between the hours of 3am-5am i seem to have lost 2 hours of memory. Seeing things around my room helps bring back visual cues as to what i was up to. I found one pair of womens knickers, not sure what they were doing there and as of yet no one has come to claim them. Looking back through my camera indicates people came and went without me actually remembering their presence. In my cell phone a few new additions to my contacts have been made. In random areas i have found red love heart stickers placed. In my c.d. player c.d. I do not actually own have been found. The mystery of what the fuck I have been up to is slowly beginning to piece itself back together.
For years I have booed people who claim they drunk so much that they couldn't remember the night before,...I have always claimed that it is shame that is preventing them from remembering, not booze. However for the first time i think I have had what is officially known as a black out. Now that I have had one, I know i don't want another.
The recipe for blackout is simple...1 x sixer of beer, one bottle of red wine, an undefined amount of whiskey, served straight and a plentiful amount of punch of which its contents are still unknown. Consume all in a 4ish hour period and your there.
My only redeeming thought is that the 6 other people i live with the next have made no comments to the effects of "Man, you made an arse hole out of yourself last night."...or worse..."what was with the stripping last night?"