And then the wheels fell off...

i'm not one to deny the fact that yes, I enjoy the good night out. However, London is not one of those places.
Saturday night started off all innocent...I shaved my legs, got all dressed up and made my way down to Carnaby Street to a club called Zebranos. Had every intention of leaving after one drink to go home and sleep. Yes, despite the getting dressed up!
Was a colleagues birthday party and well, one beer turned into two and I ended up having a pretty good time and was relatively sober when I left to catch the bus home.

However,

As I was standing waiting for the bus, wrangling with my mp3 player which has decided to die on me, I had the sudden and urgent need to pee. So I headed down teh street to my pub to use the facilities. As I was abotu to leave, the bouncers said I shoudl go downstairs and join the Rebel Rebel party night. Which I did.
I also met John Fratelli. Yep. Shook his hand, told him I had a great time at teh Apple Store gig and then went to get a beer.

After that, the night turns sketchy and all I really recall is some dancing, me throwing up, discreetly, then being bundled into a cab, arguing with teh cabbie for a reciept and waking up the next afternoon to discover a business card in my bra.

hmmmm...

And today the hangover hits me. Today. So am nursing it with coffee and doughnuts. Also woke up to a cold sore on my top lip.

So on the painful commute, I sat wondering...

Should I give up drinking all together?
It has led to most of my cringeworthy moments in life so far. But at the same time, i thoroughly enjoy that hazy feeling that a good glass of wine gives me. And I love tequila shots.
So no, I'm not going to give up drinking.
Well, only in public.
From now on, I'd only drink at home, where I know where my bed is, i don't need to wear high heels or deal with catching a cab.

Moving on...

Still flat hunting. Still job hunting.

Joyce is still crazy and P is still annoying.

will be funny and witty another time.

[UPDATE: Turns out, I gatecrashed John Fratellis Birthday Party. And the business card belonged to one of his mates.]

The Holiday Update

Insano is back in the land of Broadband, rain, cold and apparently, tornadoes. That's right. While I was soaking up hot, humid S'Affer sun, London was hit by a real tornado! So I'm guessing its the new Kansas. hahahaha...oh forget it!

My brief holiday, in case you're even remotely interested, was on the whole pretty good. Didn't get to work on my tan, nor did i get to the beach. I did, however, keep a constant red wine induced fuzziness going the whole time I was there. I am currently awaiting my liver's resignation letter. I even manage (barely) to get some work done. Yes, I know, its not a holiday if you have to work, but let's just say my timing is not the best in the world. I am so glad to be back, though, i kissed our office wireless router as i came into the office this evening.

Spent a lot of time with my mom, hence forth to be known as Hot Momma. This is due to a unanimous decision reached at the Rabbit, that my mom was pretty hot - for a mom that is. Also hung out with The Boys.
Went ice skating on Thursday at Festival Mall. Was on such a roll until I fumbled, lost my balance and ploughed head first into the plastic barrier. Stuffed up my right knee, bashed my left arm and am sporting a rather fetching bump on my forehead. oh, yes and am mildly concussed. I totally rock!
Afterwards, I stayed on the sidelines taking photos. I prefer to have the ice rink to myself anyway.

Equal parts red wine and arnica oil got my through the night as well as a healthy dose of spasmed and neurofen. Gotta love pharmacuticals.
Also, inadvertantly, caused Cigar (one of The Boys) to be chosen to lead the conga line at Ramps to teh Locomotion. He wants to greet me by putting both arms up in the air - I take no responsibility for the timing.
Also crashed my dad's very sober reception by making a side trip and rocking up with a few bottle of champers - the ones you can drink with a straw. The expressions were priceless. Oh, and the bride had a mullet! short and teased on top with little ringlets along the bottom. EUGH!

On my flight back to London, my handbag was poulled aside by the Amsterdam Security. They had spotted a suspicious shape in my bag. As the pried and prodded, I pulled out a small gift wrapped item.
AS: Please open the package.
II: Why?
AS: Just please open it.
II: (Contemplates arguing, but scenes of pending strip search changes her mind)
I unwrapped the gift from my dad. It was a ceramic candle holder. The AS, who had moments earlier being whistling the theme tune to some western movie, swallowed his tune and allowed me on my way. I wonder what colour he would have turned had he done a more thorough search of my bag?
I never want to fly again!

Later...
So i'm on the plane ready for take off when we get told to get off as a security check had not been completed! Ten minutes later we were back on board and ready to leave. I really hate flying!

So here i am, a Sunday night, sitting in the office, trying to catch up the mountain of work that somehow piled up while i was away!

Did I get tagged for anything?

First posting of the day...and its far too bright

Typical of me to start my new blog with a post about being hungover...

My biggest fear has been confirmed - I'm sober! i'm not a dry drunk or a wet drunk or a drunk drunk. My liver has healed the wounds i inflicted on it back home and now i am paying for my soberness. or is it my brokeness that caused the soberness?

Anyway...

I'm not much of a hypochondriac, so hear me out on this.
For the past few weeks, my torso/chest area has been sore. I can't see why it should be cos i haven't really been doing anything to inflict pain. and its not a specific type of pain. its more like i've been put through a pizza dough roller machine a few times. Every fibre hurts. It even hurts to breath, to stay still, to move, to do anything really.

So last night we had the farewell drinks for one of our photographers. She is moving to New Zealand. I got there pretty late due to being on a bus for 45 minutes and then the tube for another 15 minutes. So i really needed a drink. I ordered my Strongbow (bad idea number 1) hoping th ealcohol would numb the pain that was encasing my body. I really felt like i had been through a scrum with the all black rugby team. yes i was really in a lot of inexplicable pain.

Moving on...

I drank my drink and began to chat to my colleagues and joke etc etc. then i discovered that the bathrooms were downstairs. Who the hell puts pub bathrooms in a place that requires stair access?????

The rest of the night is a blur of me drinking, fallin ginto cab, overpaying cab, falling out of cab, throwin gmy lighter at Nats window, getting fed by her, and going to bed. then i overslept this morning and skulked into the office an hour late!

And i'm still sore!! its not heart attack pains, its not collapsed lung pain, its just this constant all over bruising pain.

i'm going to go drink a box of Neurofen and try to get through the rest of my day...