How I spent my Wednesday evening
OK. I am still feeling fairly drunk as I write this. I hope all of you take it as a severe warning.
Last afternoon, Durham had a rugby game on with some other uni. Conveniently, this was right outside our halls, so we all carried some chairs out to by our windows to look see. Me and a mate didn't realise there was a short cut, so we ended up carrying chairs up a steep, muddy hill (which actually made going up the hill easier, since we had something to stick into the ground) to watch. We won.
Before all of this, though, we decided we needed some drinks. On the advice of an old college teacher, I decided to go with a big fuck-off 3L bottle of white cider. We watched the game, I had a few pints (one downed), and we all retired inside to finish off our stuff.
I was finishing off the cider at this point, and here my memory starts to get fuzzy. I've got dim recollections of getting people to do press-ups by saying 'mine', but I don't really recall that much.
Cue forward to this morning. My room is even more messed up than usual, I've got a tonne of mysterious cuts on my hands and wrist, I've lost a tonne of stuff and I think I my have wet the bed for the first time since I was two. I've no idea what the hell happened, so I'm very confused.
I've been talking to people, and apparently last night I ended up getting kicked out of a bar I've no idea we went to, downed a triple vodka (my mate had an octuple as his first drink of the night :s) and - here's the good bit - ended up biting someone else for refusing to go into town to get the new WotLK expansion. I'm noticing more mysterious cuts and bruises as we speak. I've got a lot of apologising to do.
It's the speed of the thing what was weird. I've been drunk enough to forget things before, sure, but all I can remember from last night is sober-sober-a bit tipsy-GONE. It was literally a perfectly normal night right up until everything disappeared.
The apparent violence of it is quite scary too. I've never, ever, ever attacked anyone while drunk, or anything remotely like that. That's like the exact opposite of who I am. The worst I usually get to is hugging mates or getting off with someone I'd regret - actually biting someone or getting thrown out of a bar (probably more for clumsiness, but still) is shocking and appaling.
I can't stress enough how bad this shit was. Seriously, a warning to all of you - STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM WHITE CIDER!
A lot more shit probably happened too.