Well, it's been a few days - and what an eventful few days they have been! And who am I to hold back a little bit of gossip ;)
So, we'll start our tale on Thursday night...What was going to be a quiet night in, after we were all exhausted with stupid O'Clock bedtimes! And in all fairness, we were in bed by around 1am. Then, who should walk through the fucking door but Sean and his friend 'Elliott'...Shitfaced. Myself, Sarah and Sophie were NOT happy bunnies. We left it for a good 15 minutes before I heard Sarah (from the room next door) shouting for him to "Shut the fuck up!". At this point, me and Sophie emerged, along with Sarah, to find what can only be described as a drunken monstrosity wandering around our corridor in Primark-looking boxers and an un-buttoned shirt. Well...this had disaster written ALL over it!
Don't get me wrong, it was amusing for around 10 minutes...until he became very friendly with his 'little friend'. In front of us! SERIOUSLY! Both hands, down his boxers...There's drunk, then there's plain old masturbation! Eurgh! So we all run to the other side of the hallway, screaming and laughing, avoiding tears! This goes on for a further half an hour, because Sean kindly leaves us alone with him whilst going to talk to some mates. By the time he arrives back, we are sat on the floor, yelling at Elliott to 'LEAVE THE PHONE ALONE!' and, 'PUT THAT MILK BACK! IT ISN'T YOURS!'. By this time, Elliott is 'semi-aroused', and we also make a timely, yet horrifying discovery, his lovely boxers have...'stains' on the back - I don't need to lower the tone and describe what I mean! Double-eurgh! Eventually we get him to go to bed, and that ended out night...unfortunately causing me to sleep in Friday morning, and resulting in having half an hour to get ready and to Uni for the open day..Bad times!
So, Friday's open day - goes very well. Just sit around and chat to Journalism applicants, all us first years understand, as it wasn't even a year ago that we were doing that! The day finishes at about 5, off to Spar for some booze and on to the flat to get ready for 'Girls Night Out' =]
We hit Scream at about 11, packed out for 'Cheese Night' - Double vodka Redbulls at £2, and Sambuca for £1.50! Get in there my Son! *said in cockney accent*. We get absolutely SMASHED! And one of our group, who cannot be named for embarrassment reasons...pulls =] which is all well and good. I won't go into much detail, as this isn't fair. But we went to sleep at 7am...Thanks Paul ;] As the story unfolded in the wee hours of Saturday morning, Sophie's up-chuck reflex was pushed past it's limit, as the McDonald's Chicken McNuggets ended up in her toilet! Let's just be glad she made it to the toilet! Cleaning up meaty sick is one of a vegetarians' top 10 fears!
We spent our Saturday in the flat, then the Quayside watching the Leeds match, and as we had a bit of the old 'hair of the dog', decided to hit the town again =] We made our way to Scream at around half 11 - DEAD! So we go with the ever faithful, Walkabout - It never let's us down! Fairly uneventful night out, just getting drunk and dancing...It was this evening that the final drama of the weekend took place...
I wake up at about 4 this afternoon - not even hungover sleep, pure being knackered sleep! And for most of the evening, we chill in Sophie's room, watching movies and so on. Until...The other Sophie (from my flat) decides she wants tea .. Vegetarian Cottage Pie to be precise. Now, we all make mistakes with cooking instructions - but this was a genuine fuck-up on the company's part. It clearly stated on the packaging to 'Remove outer packaging (the cardboard), remove film and place on the middle shelf for [however long]'. Well, 15 minutes into the cooking process, I'm making my way back over to the flat, only to have the door opened for me, and be greeted by a wall of toxic smoke - caused by melted/burned plastic! Every one's out in the corridor coughing and laughing and being generally confused, then we realise that the smoke detectors may go off, in which case our two adjoining blocks may be evacuated. And in this case, we may become the most hated people in Brayford Quay until someone else causes a fire drill. Luckily there's some form of switchboard in the security office, which, although prevents an automatic alarm, causes the security guard to run up, in our case, 7 flights of stairs - as the lifts disable themselves. Sorry John =/
Luckily , although he was very out of breath, concerned, and after we explained, pissed off, there was no need for an evacuation - Good times!
So there you have it, a generally generalised round-up of what is possibly the most eventful weekend since beginning Uni =] And now, as I'm about to sign off, the anticipation of tomorrow begins, the start of semester. Back to reality, back to bunking off lectures and back to 4am essays!
In a bit =]
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