Home shit home

Why did I come home so early? Or rather why did things only get fun when I was leaving? I should be out right now getting drunk and having fun, but instead I'm at home sitting in front of my computer. *sigh*.. The monotony has begun..

Monday night was one of the best nights out I've had. It started off nice and slow with dinner with my boys at 7.30pm, then none stop solid drinking til 9.30am when I had to leave for the boat. I was quite drunk. In fact I don't remember packing up the last of my stuff before I left. I was convinced I left half my computer cables behind, but thankfully they were all there when I checked today (cept my usb drive grrr). I've fallen in love with a new gay guy, who I've been out with before but never really talked to, and my old reliable boy was actually quite sweet which is completely shocking. He sat with his arm around me the whole time we were in a friends house, aawww! And to top it all off, he full on shouted at our annoying french roommate (who is completely in love with him) for disturbing our karaoke session and then when I left, him and another friend slept in my bed coz they missed me so much, bless!

Travelling was not so fun. I was quite drunk when I got in the car, and pretty much slept the whole way to Stranraer until my parents forced me into a cafe for a cup of tea. Ugh.. I wasn't feeling the best getting onto the boat, got about half way through a bowl of soup until we got out of the port and then.. uggghh.. it was rough.. it would have made me sick on a good day.. so I spent the rest of the journey in the toilets just in case I chundered everywhere. Which i didn't.. thankfully.. until I got home anyway.. I literally got straight out of the car and into the toilet. It was not pretty. It is easily my worst vomiting experience *boke*. So I just went straight to bed and didn't surface again for another 20hrs. Nice. Though I'm kinda pissed I missed the inauguration :( oh well..