So last night, me and two of my old flatmates made a trip east to see another former flatmate who had moved to Dunfermline a couple of months ago.
First of all . . . ROADTRIP!!! I was a bit worried as the last time the three of us had been in a car together on a long-ish journey was to go to Edinburgh to see F's play at the Fringe last year. And we'd got lost. So trying to find our way to Dunfermline was bound to be er . . . interesting.
But we got there in one piece and immediately started drinking. In fact, between the wine and the Chinese takeaway we got delivered, we didn't actually make it OUT of the flat until after ten pm. There's an interesting video of me and B trying to sing "New York, New York" in the flat . . . and realising quite quickly we didn't actually know most of the words. That, coupled with the fact that B didn't realise it was a video and was posing for a picture most of the time, made it extra hilarious.
Especially since I don't remember it at all.
Yup, it was another one of THOSE nights.
I DO remember going to a posh(ish) cocktail bar, followed by a pub called The Creepy Wee Pub. We thought that's what B and her flatmate were referring to it as that because it was creepy. But that was its actual name.
And then I don't remember much else. Apart from waking up on B's couch with a quilt over me,
Hmmm. Recurring theme. Passing out in a strange place on a Friday night.
It's becoming a habit.
On the upside, I DO know that I definitely didn't kiss anyone. Which makes a change.
Recovery time now.
Anyone else have an eventful Friday night, or pass out in a strange place? In fact, where IS the strangest place you've passed out after alcohol?