On Friday Evening, the 1st of September something out of the ordinary happened. Something that would never been thought possible in this lifetime. Something so inexplicable and unpredicted that Kimmy herself doesn't believe it happened, though she is often reminded.
Kim got drunk.
Yes, she doesn't know how it happened but somehow she ended up embarrasing herself in the most terrible ways possible.
It started off a quiet evening. Nick says. 'You wanna go for a drink and then a walk?' Well by the time we got ready and out of his house it was already late, probably getting on for 8pm so we decided to forget the walk, have a drink and then wander home afterwards. I wasn't worried because I'm usually okay after 2 drinks. Okay being tipsy but still in control.
We got to the pub and ordered, he brought me a strongbow cider (my usual) and himself some crappy lager which I wouldn't touch with a barge pole.
We sat outside and this large grumpy dog kept growling at us if we tried to stroke it. Evil pub dog!
Anyways, we're chatting and nick says, 'well you haven't drunk much' he points at the glass and I realise I haven't drunk more than a sip and that's only because I had to carry it.
So I was like; 'fine!' and decided to drink half of the cider in one go.
Nick: O__O I'm impressed.
Me: easy!
Nick: Doesn't that make you feel sick?
Me: nah!
Anyway somehow I end up downing the rest of it and am by this point quite tipsy. I have this little voice in the back of my mind saying, ah you can take more drink! So when Nick says if I want more I just laugh and don't answer. He takes that as a yes and goes to get more.
Well as for that drink, I don't really remember drinking it, though I'm told I downed that one too.
So yes, Kim did in fact get completely smashed on two ciders. How lame is she?
Well anyway by the second drink I was quite drunk and was laying on the bench against Nick, talking about how I was going to have babies with him and what we would call them.
Apparently our firstborn is going to be called: Bob of Barrel.
...go figure.
Then it's time to go home, and this is where the /real/ fun starts, oh yes! I'm sitting there getting a bit worried because I can't move. That grumpy dog walks over to us and starts growling and barking. Nick gets scared but I'm just like: OMG doggy is gonna bite me! Though I can't stop giggling.
Anyway the dog decides to go harrass other pub goers and leaves us to go on our way. I must say that the world started spinning and my legs didn't work as well as they should have but I managed to walk most of the way home - except where Nick carried me a little bit - though I can't remember what I said or did to get him to do that.
Anyway we finally reached our street and I thought it would be a good idea to prove that I wasn't drunk. So I tried to walk along the kerb. Apparently I fell off though I'd call it, stumbled. >>;;
But then things get more embarrassing! We reach his house and go in. I hear his mum joking.
Mum: So you drunk then?
Nick: I'm not the one whose drunk!
Mum: What, and Mela is? (said in a joking, disbeliving fashion)
I just giggle nervously and crawl up the stairs since apparently it seems to much of a difficult task for my feet. I'm also desperate for a wee so after a lot of giggling I go into the bathroom and relieve myself! I come out to find I'm being filmed on Nick's camera phone, tell him to stop, knock into his door and then fall onto the bed.
Ugh, the room will not stop spinning!
Then for the next few minutes I lay there complaining about how sick I feel and demanding that he never let me drink again. Sometime during this he sits me up and gives me a hug.
Apparently a huge mistake.
Because a few minutes later the spinning gets too much and I throw up all over his leg. Can I say, ew? He sort of gives me a lot of attention then somehow works himself out from under me and goes downstairs, he returns with Mr. Bucket!
By this time I've rolled to lie on the floor and find that I cannot get up in fear of being sick again. It's here I'm laying, giggling insanely whilst his mum comes up to check on me. She starts laughing at me because I can't stop giggling and then disappears after it seems I'm okay.
Somehow I'm dragged off the floor and onto the bed andit's here that I fall asleep.
I wake up at 3am thinking, damn I need a wee!
So off I go again, flop back onto the bed and promptly pass out.
Though for those interested I felt totally awesome in the morning! I've not slept so well in ages! xD
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