Last night was so fucked up. I went for a civilised drink with Joe and Rob and then bought drinks and came back to my building and drank with everyone before they went out - everyone was super hyped and happy - and then I went to a party with some other people. Decent party but someone swiped my drinks which wasn’t cool.
A friend who lives upstairs went to Portsmouth for the weekend and I saw her walking towards me in the street (in London) and found out she got so drunk in Portsmouth she got a taxi back to our building and had no idea how much it cost but it was somewhere between £200-300.
By the time I made it back to my flat, the door was smashed in and everyone was super serious. Someone going through some shit drank an incomprehensible amount of vodka and him and a girl we know were flirting and everyone told them to cut it out because the girl has a complicated relationship with someone else who was there and we didn’t want it to be a thing. It became a thing. He was so drunk and he freaked out more than anyone I’ve ever seen.
Eventually I got some weed and got super high and now there’s a video of me nudging awake the drunk friend who came back from Portsmouth by giggling and saying “you have to wake up, it’s Christmas, Santa Clause has been you have to open your presents” and then laughing for 10 minutes.