Sunday, August 13, 2006
The Hen Night
Ohhh.......... Three words for you: Too Much Wine
I was poorly by the end of the night. Very very poorly! Circumstances were against me from the start. I'll be honest, despite the fact that I KNEW she would be going to the wedding, it never occured to me that the "demon ex" would be at the hen night. But there she was. And I over-compensated for my dislike and distrust of the woman to what - looking back now with a clear head - was embarasing lengths.
The night it self was geat though. I think there were about 12 or 14 of us, plus the "actors" who put on the Titanic show. We were sat in two tables, with Tara, Jill, Sarah, Kathy and two ladies I did know sat on the same table as me, and the rest of the girls i didn't know on the other. We were also, therefore, in two teams. Our team lost! We pinned the murders on Tara (why???) when it was clearly a member of the cast.
On this tableI was sat at, only myself and Kathy were drinking red wine. Every one else was on white. Between the two of us we sank 2 caraffs of red wine, we ordered the second one in place of the coffees every one sensibly ordered. And, as usual when I've had a drink,I started to feel overly affectionat to the world - and she bore the brunt of that. By the end of the meal, as most of us tripped off to some bars, we were arm in arm discussing the days way-back-when when were in college together. She even said to me at one point "I thought you didn't like me anymore" to which I responded something alone the lines of "you know what I'm like when I've had a drink".
It would be difficult for me to tell you what else happeded that night as I simply don't know! I got home around 2am, having been ill in the loo's of one bar, and then again on my own front street. I guess I'll see if I made a total fuckwit of myself at the wedding.
NOTE TO SELF: Stop getting shit faced of WINE! I can't handle it!