Once upon a Saturday I woke up at 10am to Brit (my flatmate) and Cheyenne (our friend) knocking on my bedroom door.
Being the trainwreck that I was, that sounded like an awesome thing to do on a Saturday morning. I had work at 8pm that night, but I thought that there'd be enough time to sober up by then.
We went down to the shop and bought a bottle of wine. We then crammed all three of us into a cubicle in the public toilets on Lambton Quay (one of the classy streets in central Wellington) and started drinking.
Slightly tipsy, we carried on towards the skate park, rating people out of one to ten loudly as they walked past. We thought we were so super sneaky and that nobody would know what the numbers meant. But after a few dirty looks I think they'd figured it out.
We finally arrived at the skate park. We'd been expecting to see this:
Disappointed, we decided to go and get some more alcohol. I bought a small bottle of jager, which was my favourite drink at the time.
It was nearly midday, so we decided to go and get some lunch from the food court down the road from the bottle shop. Brit and Cheyenne got some food, while I declared that "EATING IS CHEATING" and started drinking my jager. Through a straw. Out of a paper bag. So that nobody would know. I'm so sneaky.
Pictured above: Sneakiness. |
I was expecting this:
I saw this:
Pictured above: Horror |
I don't really remember much from this point on... The following is what I have pieced together from witness testimony.
We walked around town for a bit. Not sure where we went or what we did. But then we went to visit my friend Doug at work.
The next day when I woke up, I found some sunglasses. According to Brit and Chey, I stole them from Doug's work. According to Doug, a security guard was following me the whole time cos I was so drunk, so I couldn't possibly have stolen them.
After visiting Doug we went to McDonalds, I'm not sure why. Brit and Chey ordered, while I passed out at my seat.
Pictured above: Pure classiness |
I then woke up, just long enough to projectile vomit all over the windows, which were facing out onto Manners Mall. Cos I'm classy like that.
The people working at McDonalds tired to make me clean it up. My friends stood up for me.
We left McDonalds, and I somehow ended up getting separated from my friends. So I stumbled home, drunk, covered in vomit, at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon, through Central Wellington.
It turns out that Ben (my best friend at the time) had actually seen me as I was stumbling home, but saw what a mess I was and decided he didn't want anything to do with it.
I finally arrived back at the building, and was so drunk I couldn't figure out how to get back in. Luckily, a friend of Brit and Cheyenne's saw me, and helped me back in. Now I only lived on the fourth floor of the building, but the elevator ride seemed so long that I swear we were going to the 348913595th floor.
I tried really hard, but I couldn't hold it in.
I vomited all through the elevator. I finally got into my room, and passed out in my bed, covered in vomit.
I woke up at 7pm, vomited some more, and remembered that I had work. I threw on some new clothes, and crawled to work. I'm pretty sure I still had vomit in my hair, and I was still really drunk. Luckily the function that was meant to be on that night was cancelled, so I got to go home early. I'm not sure if my boss was grumpy or amused.
I met up with Brit and Chey after I'd finished work (around 9pm) and we went to a bar. I had one sip of my beer, decided that I had already had more than enough for the day, and sulked home, tail between my legs.
I vowed never to drink again... until a few days later.
You're all class, girl!
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