so last night was our first time out with peeps from our res. yeah, we gave in and made friends with some yanks. they're alright, but their beer still sucks.

it ended up with us getting refused from 2 bars cuz i was intoxicated (although i only remember being denied once, but anj swears it happened twice). i was getting super nauseaus on the ride home and the elevator did it to me - as soon as i got out, i ralphed. i lost the keys to my room, and had to get the hotel people to take care of me. and i woke up this morning on my couch to some kiddy program with singing. not the best thing for a hangover.

so this is how i happened, from how i remember it...

anj called me at like 10 last night saying that her neighbours were going out and invited us along. so i got ready and went to her place to predrink, or pregame as the yanks call it. sounds too competitive to me though...

irregardless.

so i had 4 shots of baileys with her.
then we went to the neighbours, and i bogarted some boxed wine. i had about 2 or 3 glasses.
when we got to the bar, ryan got us a round of tequila shots.
then we had pitcher, or jug as they call it here. i ignorantly knocked over my half full glass when i gave ryan a high5 when we realized we were both flip. luckily i also discovered the bartender was flip, and he filled me up completely.
then some mixed drink came around.
then some more pitchers.
i think that was all.

but during this time, i apparently talked to an aussie dude the whole night, who managed to retrieve my keys after i dropped them in the first bar. according to some photos i found on my camera, i kissed him. i dont know if i find him attractive upon reflection.
when anj went to get my keys back from him, he asked her for my number and bitched at her for making me leave the bar to go to the other bars where i was rejected. i dont expect anything to happen out of that.

i remember anj was playing pool this whole time.
i have no idea where we went. or who helped me get to my room.
i was so cunted.

this morning when i woke up, i got some fries which i could barely swallow. and i drank some oj.

and then i threw up again. but at least time i made it to the toilet.

so i showered my hangover off, and was at last able to eat my fries, which woulda been perfect poutine fries. sigh. aussies have so much to learn about fine dining. at least i have a few months to show them how it's done.

and pretty soon i'll be getting ready to go out again for the full moon party.
hopefully i dont get too cunted tonight. i will be wearing a dress.