3 In A Row – Paying The Price Of Living Life At The Limit

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Jebus Feck……I thought this “Going out and drinking” thing was meant to be fun!

Thursday night was fecking nuts for a start (read here for a summary of the one)

Things didn’t slow down after that though.  After a tortureous day at work on Friday, it was time for F.N.A.

And as the saying goes…..if something is worth doing, its worth doing well……So Friday night was another full on, no holds barred BOAD sized drinking session.

I’ve not had chance to check my camera yet, so i’ve no real idea of what the feck happened…..I have flash backs of being in BOAD HQ, Walkabout, LA1, Hustle and Lounge……but those memories only add up to around 15 seconds all together.

One thing i did find in my jeans pocket the evening after, was a stack of debit card reciepts from various bars all over town…..Gotta say it was one of the scariest moments ever…..I’d logged onto my online banking and discovered that at various points in the night i’d withdrawn a total of around £150 in cash……

So i start added up the receipts too, just to get an idea of exactly how mental F.N.A was this time…..

Hustle £23.50, LA1 £36.20, Lounge £63.00 I stopped adding them up when the total got near to £300!

Now in the past we have had a few sessions of the good “good stuff”, 2 or 3 bottles of £70+ champagne here and there etc……But I’m pretty sure we didn’t order any bubble on Friday night.

I know we hit a few bars that we don’t usually visit, e.g. The 2nd bar we went to was Mint, for a few cocktails…..I think the order went…

“5 cocktails please mate”

“Sure, what would you like?”

“Not bothered as long as they’re the strongest ones you sell”

That sort of set the theme for the night early on, so i can only presume that we were on the daft cocktails for the rest of the night.

Needless to say we probably covered the usual route of bars and still managed to end up in the Hustle and then the Lounge.  Now the Lounge usually plays some pretty good music down stairs on Friday night,  stuff like the stone roses etc, and upstairs you’ve got all the good dance tunes happening.

Not sure how, why or even when everybody lasted until in there…..I got a mail from Munka today saying he left there around 3am.

The only thing i am sure of is that i left there at around 6am…..Not sure i was awake the whole time i was in there……I most likely just found a comfy sofa or a dark corner for a quick nap here and there.

Anyway, I walked out of the lounge (well its probably unfair to call it walking, but i did leave under my own steam) and straight into a waiting taxi. (bet he regrets parking there at that time now!)   As soon as the taxi set off, thats when the whole world decided to start spinning around at 100mph.  I tried closing my eyes (made it worse), tried lying down on the seats (made doubley worse), so i was left with the only other option i could think of to take my mind off the the blurry view of the passing streets…..Make conversation with the driver.  Tried my best but i couldn’t make any sense what so ever…..

This seemed to raise the drivers concerns about just how gip proof his back seat covers were……Anyway…..he advised me that i needed to drink lots of water so I instructed him to take me to the nearest 24 hour garage so i could get a good stock of it.

Not sure why, but at the time it must have seemed like a really good idea to buy one of each flavour of what ever Ginsters were lined up in the cooler too.  Oh yeah, and a handfull of various bags of crisps.

It must have been around 6:30+ when i actually made it home…..having told the taxi man to stop a couple of blocks away from where I live as I didn’t fancy paying him the £80 to clean up what i was about to produce on his back seats and over the back of his head.  He seemed more than relieved for me to be out of the cab and on my merry way stumbling down the street.

Finally got the front door open…..It did take quite a few attempts…..tried 3 different keys (actaully that is bollocks, i only have one front door key on my key ring, but at this point i was convinced i had more), I’m pretty sure there are numerous new dents all around the key hole too now.

Tried to asend the stairs but couldnt manage to get past the first 3 of the feckers, so i kick my shoes off and climb the stairs in my hands and knees, dragging the carrier bag of food by my side.

Eventually make it to my bedroom, dump the bag of food by my bedside and crawl straight into bed, didn’t even attempt to get undressed, far too many buttons to attempt.

Realise that daylight is on its way and my blinds aren’t shut, it takes me a good 5 minutes to sort that out.

Close my eyes for what seems like 10 minutes and then wake up to my phone beeping….new message…..tried my best to read it….it took a good 5 minutes of rubbing my eyes, chewing nurofen and sipping water before the words finally came into focus…..then the person that had text me, called me…..It was a friend that wanted to ask me something ( you whopper! ;-)   )…..not too sure how much sense i made, if any!

The hangover was in full effect now, it had started without me, so i go have a few coffees and stick my head under a freezing cold shower to try and come round a bit. Finally feel a bit more human, i go and check what they wanted checking, text them back and crawl back into bed.

Close my eyes and drift off back to sleep, get a few more texts from different people, answer them whilst drifting in and out of conciousness and then i hear my msn messenger wobbling away…..

It’s the Waa…..wanting to know if I’m “On for tonight like” – Jebus Waa….Did we not drink enough last night!

But…Being a BOAD does require certain duties to be forfilled, e.g if one of the members calls for a night out, you have to obligue and turn up.

So i have a steaming hot shower and slowly get ready, order the cab and i’m on my way.  Pick the Waa up and get to the pub where we’re meeting a couple of Non BOAD’s, basically a coupla lads that the Waa uswed to work with.

We get the beers in and start very slowly sipping away at them…..At this point i was so not ready for another drink….let alone a full pint of beer!  I catch myself a few times just drifting off starring off into space.

A few comments were made asking “Are you ok mate?”  It only takes one simple statement for them to fully understand……”Yeah I’m ok….it’s just that this is the 3rd heavy night in a row and i’m not quite with it yet”

So we finish up and do a few bars along the way, quickly swapping from lager to large smirnoff’s and lemonade.  About 1 1/2 hours in, i say to the waa….”Look mate, i’m not too sure how long i’m gonna last tonight, i’m having trouble standing upright at the moment, still fecked from last night”……A quick conversation later and he admits that he’s in the same boat! Thank feck i’m not on my own!

Anyway, we do a few more bars and we both get our second wind…..so much so that we actaully make it to the Lounge again….shit!….2 visits in less than 17 hours!

I realise that both me and the waa have reached and breached our limits…..I think it was the fact that the Waa was now drinking pints of water, and that i had had the same vodka and redbull for nearly an hour.

We agree to call it a night and that a bit of supper was in order…..I still had a good stock of ginsters at home but really didnt fancy doing anything with them apart from throwing them in the nearest bin.

So i say to the Waa…..”Feck me……i could just eat fish and chips now…..not had em in years!”

“Theres one round the corner……Let’s do it”

Fish, Chips, Peas and Gravy……Really was the food of the gods…..went down a treat!

Not too sure what the plans are for this week / weekends drinking activities.

This Friday will be P.D.F.N.A – Pay Day Friday Night Amnesia……they’re like F.N.A but about 10 times more radio rental……think we may all be in trouble if this last friday is any measure!

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