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This weekend has probably been one of the best I have had in such a long time.
Friday, I don't even remember what I was doing during the day but it certainly lead to a hilarious evening. It was a last minute decision really but certainly well overdue. A night out with two of my favourites from Uni. We have definitely been slacking on the whole 'student-freshers-get so drunk you can't see' mentality. We did make good progress though. My personal highlights of the evening were, after finally arriving in town, propping up the bar in V-Bar and repeatedly ordering shots. Good God some of them were rank and I will not be downing a Devil's Mouthwash again, that's for sure. On stumbling to the Duke we were greeted with the rain to which I was sensible enough to have a hooded jumper for, unlike the other two. After taking a photo of one friend who was crouched under a hand dryer I decided it would be proactive to send the picture to her husband. Her daughter then put it on Facebook. Ha ha.
We left the Duke after my usual 'prop the bar up and order until money runs dry' drinking methods and went to the cash point because I seemed to be the one buying most of the drinks! On the way to said cash point my friend tapped me on the arm and said 'Time for a fuck.' Well, what an offer. Not quite what I was anticipating that early on. I mean, I know I had bought her a few drinks but was she really desperate enough to cheat on her husband with the likes of me? No. What she meant to say was 'Time for a fag' but little miss pisshead thought 'fuck' was more appropriate. From that point on I don't think I stopped laughing. As we took our money out I could have sworn my friend (the same one that propositioned me) shouted 'Placenta' at the machine. Of course that seemed perfectly logical...In actual fact, little miss deafhead (me) had misheard her. Shockingly what she had said was 'Press enter.' From this, I'm pretty sure you can tell we had had a couple of drinks. If she's having to tell herself what to do, aloud, when taking money out.
From there it was TJ's but only because everywhere else is poo; either because it's too quiet, skanky people or I don't want to walk that far. We danced, we drank (obviously) and generally had a good laugh. Other than the moron who kept grabbing our arses and trying to dance with us. He really wouldn't give up! I bumped in to friends and we all met a guy named Troy. The most awesome name ever.
Saturday morning came far too quickly. The day of Battle Bonfire in which I was doing a 12 hour shift. For those of you who don't know me, I am sure you can see how intelligent I really am. Go out all night, drink myself silly and then go to work for one of the busiest shifts I am about to encounter. I arrived at work, shall we say, merry. My mood was not quite merry though. I don't really remember the first 4 hours of my shift. My boss was adamant that the pub would be quiet for the bonfire this year, she was determined that we would only have a few people in all night. I don't think she could have been any more wrong if she tried. It was relentless. At one point there were 6 of us crammed behind the small bar being shouted at by various customers. It was absolutely crazy. To top it off we all had flashing headbands on. Mine was obviously the best with ribbons and lights hanging down like pigtails. And yes, of course I took it home. That can be part of my bedroom gear...
The night flew by and I couldn't have been happier. I had had 4 hours sleep, was Hank Marvin and in need of a pint. Well, I'd earned it!
It goes to show really, how some times the amazing weekends/nights/days we have are all based on spontaneity. There are times where planning isn't worth it at all. I hadn't planned on being out with the Uni girls and we hadn't planned on the pub being that busy yet both nights were by far, the best I've had in such a long time.
To top it all off in the pub, at the end of the night, whilst we all sat around having a drink, a girl I went to school with (we shall call her Mo) came over to say hello. Bear in mind, I'd probably not spoken to her since we left school so it wasn't expected yet she said to me 'I love reading your blog. Don't stop.' Now that, for me, is the best compliment ever. To find that someone who I don't really speak to enjoys my random ramblings was really lovely. She's an absolute sweetheart and can I say, looking gorgeous! I was a very happy Hannah.
So, ladies and gents, just remember. Be spontaneous, be grateful for everything you have and make the most of any situation.
Hannah xox
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