Crossed paths...  

shispook 46F
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6/2/2006 5:26 am

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6/7/2006 11:44 am

Crossed paths...

...lead to confusion at the end of the night as both me and sis went looking fer each other...

hotel was only across the road from da club ye see...

'Did ye see a girlie with plaits come this way'

repeated several times

found her eventually,doing her mother hen bit and gathering all the tarts up...

cept fer one and it wasn;t me...

SHE wouldn;t leave the club... copped of with someone

oh well, left her to it as apparently this is 'what she does'

Everyone accounted for, me and sis hit the hay like the good girlies everyone takes us for...IN OUR OWN ROOM...JUST THE TWO OF US...

NO SHIT...

half past five in the morning and the guilties set in...

fuck...what have I done...did I really dance like that last night? oh shit...sickening feeling in the stomach...not due to alcohol...embarrassment...lay awake for hours drifting in and out of consciencness...

feelings subsided bout half nine~ish...

up and checked the car was ok (strange town and all that)

brekkie

sortta...

coulda done with a bucket of pure orange and had to make do with multiple refills of a thimble....

Sis has a bigger hangover than me, in fact mine's non existent...musta danced it all outta me system last night...

Debrief with the others reveals that Ms. Not Come Out of da Club was found wandering the hotel this morning at half five in her pink pj's and had to be put to bed by the porter...

A member of the Scottish contingency announces she had to drink out of the toilet. On further investigation it is revealed that she means she used the hand basin to fill the kettle up...(teamaking facitilies were basic to say the least)

Now the giggles are setting in at the memory of our shenanigans and I for one had a ball...

Just the fall out when I get home to deal with now...

Feeling of dread overwhelming...


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