cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath

polly wants a cracker....I must be getting old and wise. I have discovered that I too have a drinking limit, and it is not cool to get incredibly drunk immediately. no, really. Yesterday I think I crossed that limit. well, live and learn.I had a friend over to get dressed with, which takes the dtress out of it. I can't freak out about what I'm waering and get all self-consicious with someoneelse there. She curled here hair, we straightened mine and printed off a map. The party was in a place that i have some bad memories from. Maybe its best not to say where. here's the history1. first time I ever went there was when someone jumped infront of our train so we had to evacuate. It took hours to get home on a crowded and stuffy bus. My friend's psychotic mother didn't know where she was and called round all the parents getting me, her and several other friends into a lot of trouble. They in turn got angry with me. It was a shitty end to an otherwise fun day out in London.2. The second time I ever went there was to get to someone's house. We didn't have the address and when we called our friends they were too stoned to give it to us. We wandered for ages, because the station is outside the town so it was a long and tiring walk. By the time we found them they wanted to leave. typical.3. At about 3 in the morning coming back from clubbing in London my friend suddenly believed she 'had' to get off the bus. We all had to go with her. She stared at the river and slurred poetically. she wasn't ill, she was drunk. we had to wait ages for the next night bus (it comes once an hour) and I felt rather that i had been too shallow to share her experience. I got told off for being back so late.4. Mark Bolan dies there. He was so young and curly. Anyway, after one wrong turn, it took us half an hour to walk to the house. we made a game of it, our quest of the umbrella. a human and a dwarf struggle across trecherous lands to get to the party. We sand the nobby all song on the way. made up some 'new' verses.His knife was very blunt, very blunt.his knife was very blunt, very blunt.His knife was very blunt, as he was a silly......billyhis knife was very blunt very blunt.He was following a map, a map (a map?)he was following a map, a map (what's a map?)he was following a map and he stopped to take a .....roadhe was following a map, a map.other worse ones rhymed rugger and bugger.We were there quite early so there was much to drink. i made a cocktail, it started off as vodka and lemonade. then I drank some. then added some cranberry juice. then drank some. then added a bottle of reef. then drank some. then topped up with tequila. It was very strong and frequewnt tiopping up meant I mostly had a full glass all evening. also drank about a glass of wine and a tequila shot. Suddenly, about an hour in, the drunkeness hit me. lordy, I was wasted. much more drunk then all the others. i got the impression they were eyeing me with both wonder and contempt.I chatted away happy as a sand boy with some friends of friends. met my friend's mysterious boyfriend (he's lovely by the way), unfortunately I can't tell how my friendliness whilst drunk appeared. what seemed perfectly civilised to me may have been obscenely obvious flirting to others.weirdly enough:I smoked, and I do not smoke. the bad part was I liked it to. must not smoke againI ate meat, and I'm a vegetarian!I tried to pick on the guy who used to pick on me at juniour school. the bastard. why does everyone like him, he's horrible!My well-meaning best friend decided to find out lots of information about before mentioned guy I met at the previosu party (clever, tummy stroking). She'd had rather a lot to drink too, sop what she probably thought was civilised curoisity actually came out as some kind of desperate obbsessiveness. I am so embaressed!I also told vaiour people in my year that i should talk to them more often. someone should just shut me up. But I did get some compliments on my outfit and a lift home. remembering my outfit at an underground-themed party several people repeatedly refered to me as picadilly circus. I danced and people sat on me. So it was fun, even if I did eat rather a lot and embaressed myself. Today i've been at work. not very exciting. i've overeaten and my tummy is a bit sore. very few customers, quiet day. Started reading the jane austen book club when bored, seemed cute. read the magic page in a mushroom picker's handbook. hehe.