Now I know why I stopped going out during the week - you feel like a fart in a trance all day the day after.
Out until 4am, woken by boss at 7am with an emergency. Awesome.
I’m always amazed by the things the human body can take.
Quote of the night, when looking at Crazy Facial Piercings Doris:
“She’s the sort of girl you take home, then wake up the next day with your penis beside you on the sofa”
Closely followed by this little convo:
A mate: Would you two ladies like a drink?
The ladies: No thanks.
A mate: OK, so how much to take you both home?
UPDATE: Just been told that 4am was actually more like 5am.
The human body. Amazing.
I went through the exact same thing before - vowing I wouldn’t head out on a weeknight so I wouldn’t have to pay for it the next day.
Didn’t work. Friends started calling me a “pussy”. Telling me I was missing out on the free alcohol (I’m a lady!), the occasional navy boys, etc. Eventually I got tired of their bitching and gave in…you can only let your friends down so many times!
Surely you’re not a pussy? *winks*
Alas I am not.
I can say that having just got in from another mid week tear up.