The last few days have been absolutely brilliant.
Ventured to Taco Bell and Schism with Zoe and Mickey on Friday, and had the best night out I've had in such a long time. Met lots of amazing people and it was the first time in 2 months where I've been able to go out with my fracture boot! Being able to dance to Reel Big Fish was a major highlight!
Saturday was spent relaxing with Mickey, and eating junk food.
Had to go to work on Sunday and was bought donuts from a customer for fixing an issue. Came home (to Mickeys) and he had cooked me a delicious meal, to top it off, I even drank red wine. Check us out being all mature!
Had another driving lesson today- my best yet. Got lots of praise from my instructor and I'm feeling even more confident for my test.
Big day on Thursday to determine my future!
However, I'm the happiest I've been for such a long time, I don't mind if it doesn't work out ❤❤❤ #bestfriends#boyfriend#schism#woking#nightsout#driving#happiness#snapchat#wheredidalltherumgo#allmyfriendsaremetalheads
Well, I am finally home after my last weekend at Mickeys for a while due to going back to work... and the fact I need to stop going out.
This Friday was possibly one of the worst experiences of my life. I didn't consume anywhere near as much alcohol as I usually do but I was in the worst state I've been in and I honestly think someone must have fucked with my drinks.
I remember being at District and being told to leave, I don't remember leaving, and I don't remember going back to the cocktail bar. I remember standing at the bar but everything was spinning and my balance was off.
And then I sorta remember 3 hours later, a police officer walking up to me on Bridge Street, while I was in tears, and asking if I was okay as I was sat on the floor wearing just a vest and skirt. No bag on me, no shoes, no phone and no glasses.
I vaguely remember telling him that I was okay and despite his best efforts, I made him leave.
I vaguely remember arguing with Mykle.
I remember crying and being afraid. No idea where Mickey was.
I remember getting in a cab with the sweetest young couple to Wokingham where they wrapped me up in blankets, gave me a couple of zoots and helped me get back to Mickeys.
I remember Mickey waking up and finding me in an absolute state on his bedroom floor. And then it all goes blank until I get a call from the police saying they've got my bag and to go get it from the station.
Never again do I want to experience what I did this weekend. 😥
On the upside... I have a new boot for my foot which already feels better than my last.
Had yet another wonderful weekend -
Started with Poker on Friday night. Ended up getting ridiculously drunk and crying on the bathroom floor as the emotions of the last week came to a head, especially after coming face to face with someone I never wanted to meet. Still had amazing night, teaching the guys the joys of snapchat and stealing "the" chair.
Had an impromptu visit to Oktoberfest on Saturday evening - absolute hilarity. It was like being at a long lost aunt's wedding reception.
Sunday - Mickey and I went to see IT. I only jumped out my chair about 5 times, and let out a little yelp once. We then went for food, halloumi for me, of course.
Overall, one of the best weekends I've had in a very long time. And although I may have lost lots of friends since fracturing my foot/getting into a relationship, I'm glad that Mickey's friends have welcomed me so openly. 😁😁😁 Here's to next weekend - District, anyone? 🙈