-dragging Mike and the "usual suspects" ( group of male friends so called because they tend to crash at our house in a state far from sobrierety, on a weekly basis, and the next morning I walk around the house sneaking glances under duvets trying to work out who is who ) to a Hallowe'en fancy dress party somewhere in a pub in far north London. A friend of mine's band was organising it, and I tend to behave like a groupie and never miss out on one of their live acts. (they're pretty good!)
-one of the usual suspects curing his recent break-up with his girlfriend of eight months, hence making sure the drinks kept coming...
-dancing around my handbag like a crazy twelve-year old.
-getting into an argument with the bouncer whether the universe was infinite or not ( I think it's not) while smoking half of his cigarettes.
-going to the incredible hulk, or at least someone dressed up as such, and ask him if his privates are green as well...
-trying to down a shot of sambuca but accidentally pour it down my cleavage, when a Amy Whinehouse look alike (hair and make up included!) kicked me on the head in a moment of extreme enthusiasm.
-striping down to the waist in the common part of the ladies, and, armed with toilet paper, try to get rid of the sticky beverage from my upper body, until a girl in a pink wig walks out of the cubicle...
-convincing my friends to follow pink-wig-girl and her creek to an after party "just around the corner".
-having a splif in a room with a guy and keeping asking him: "Sorry, what's your name again?"
-realising all my friends are gone missing, so go to a bathroom in a garden (if that makes sense?), set my alarm in order to control the amount of time I can allow myself to pass out, and take a nap there and then for half an hour.
-getting "really friendly" with pink-wig-girl on a bunk bed of the third house of the night.
-taking a line and plunge into a deep conversation about drug-dealing with a drug dealer, while pretending I sooo knew what I was talking about.
-lie down on the floor and request every human being passing by to "please please please, lay on top of me" as a way to fight the cold.
-get into a cat-fight with a nun-with-horns about how fast a woman can get wet, and if it's got more to do with visuals than pheromones.
-share a joint and a bottle of wine with pink-wig-girl in yet another garden.
-walk alone along what looked very much like Finsbury Park, with my "sexy goth" outfit drenched in mud.
-being waken up at 7:35 by my phone ringing. A random guy asking why I wasn't at the party anymore and where I was. Dunno. Apparently I'm on bus.
-running around Leicester Square like a mad woman in the rising sun, in search of hot food.
-waking up an hour ago, feeling very pleased I'm still alive, but somehow unable to work out how come I was still wearing my coat and shoes, but my top had disappeared...
I'm desperately trying to work out the order and the missing bits now, but it's a bit too much, I've been out for 13 hours...
Conclusion number one: I think I might need to calm down a little bit...
Conclusion number two: I love Hallowe'en!
Conclusion number three: I love even more partying with randoms!
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