Louisa's Twenty First

Last night, despite being entirely sleep deprived, I traipsed off to my workmate's twenty first... held at the highly glamorous bar (!) at the Railway Station where apparently she used to work before being head hunted for coffee making. And another workmate was so slobberingly slatheringly drunk already (9 o'clock) that people were avoiding him and giving him something like a ten metre radius. It was awful to see somebody that drunk. And made me think that maybe I should drink less because god help me if I look like that, it's awful. So bad. Now I'm thinking of all the times I was probably that drunk. Ugh. My little workmate Danny was half cut and I drunk a Jager Bomb with him which is (ick, ugh, I drank it, why) Jagermeister in Red Bull. I feel as though I'm so out of touch with the youth of our country. Why would anybody invent or drink, on a regular basis, such a revolting construction? A crime against good taste - cough syrup in headache-inducingly sweet energy drink.... Nasty. Later I was incredibly civilised and watched Alistair play at the Lido with Bex and Shannon, drank black coffee but felt as though the floor was going to rush up at any time and meet me head on. When I arrived home I stood in my room and watched the floor move. Sleep deprivation is a beautiful thing, non?