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Believe it or not, I am typing this with a hangover. Despite the hangover-ness, I remember that I had the best clubbing experience ever. I know I've said that before, but after yesterday night, or this morning, to be more exact, I have come to the conclusion that there is always a better clubbing experience out there, waiting to be discovered, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
This time, I would have to say that it was part intentionally, part unintentionally, because it was my wish to get high, if not drunk. It usually isn't easy, due to the fact that I drive, and also due to the fact that I always manage to sober up quickly enough. With these things in mind, my flatmate and I decided early on that we were going to leave the car behind for the night. We also decided to forgo a proper dinner so that we didn't have to drink a lot to get up there. As in high.
It worked, although halfway through it almost failed. First, I had two shots and two mixers in a stretch. That was a good start. After some dancing, I had another mixer and another shot. This was followed by more dancing, before my friends and I decided to move on to another pub. Unfortunately, the birthday girl (we were actually at a birthday party) was a little too high to move, so we had to stay behind a little longer to make sure that she sobers up. That period of waiting didn't manage to sober her up a lot, but it did me. I took another shot before we left the place, and at the other pub, I had two shots, two mixers, and a beer. That was enough to last me the night (or morning). At a few points, I seriously thought that I was going to break my legs from too much dancing. But every time I managed to push myself to continue, simply because it was too much fun to stop. Even when it came down to only five of us, it was still a lot of fun.
When we finally decided that it was time to go home, the sun has risen, and there we were, the three of us (the other two went off another way), walking with our arms linked together because none of us could walk in a straight line, rambling and babbling nonsense all the way back to our houses. That was fun too, although it was laced with pain for me and one other because of our heels. Nevertheless, we made it home in one piece. All three of us girls, high and possibly drunk from a night (or morning) of drinking and dancing.
By the way, exams were officially over yesterday, which would explain why we went all out in full force. Why everybody went all out in full force. That little fact only added to the fun of the whole night.
And as usual, I will be reflecting on yesterday night (or this morning) for a while. Lots of things to ponder upon. Some of it unnecessary, which made up a part of our rambles and babbles as we were walking home. I hope that they do not remember it.
