My favorite drink? I haven’t been drinking till I got to university (I swear, even during the parties I refused champagne and sipped on soda or water). But I got my drinks for the years I haven’t while hitting student spots and getting pound shots/drinks almost every weekend. The things got even wilder when I moved to B’Stortford. It was crazy time: going out, getting wasted and going to the after party in early hours, at the end I still managed to pull myself together and appear at work at 5 am flight (don’t ask me how I managed it as I cant do it anymore, I guess I am just getting older). I used to love JD and coke. Yummy. Used to knock around 20 single ones during the night out and still be able to continue in the after party (I am from Eastern Europe, I guess that is in our blood. Look at Russians; they can drown glasses of plain vodka without any hustle). My dad told me the story when he had asked my mum out. He came with the bottle of vodka and said that he is going to drink it on his own until she agrees to go out (weird stuff, this was an old way of making out with girls). He done it, drank all the bottle by himself but passed out – my mother agreed to go out (she pitted that tall bloke and his determination to win his back. Maybe she was just taken back by his heroic actions). Then I used to love tequila until one Xmas with my friend when we done two liters (just two of us, which makes one liter per each) and the next thing I remember, having some rum and passing out at my friend’s place, missing all the fun and being awake when everyone got back from the night out in local club. Shame. I can’t stand Sambuca as I don’t like liquorish! However, time to time, I have it after too many drinks. I am obsessed with Rose and lemonade – light and sweet. But I have some nights out when having 2 bottles on my own (I mean I didn’t drink it on my own, I mean per person) was a bit too difficult to handle the next day when my head was exploding the next morning. I still enjoying Rose every time I need to pick the wine as I am not a fan of white (red can do sometimes, depends on the mood and food I am having). The next “crush” is Jagger Bomb – tastes good and is not too dangerous (well sometimes, last time I had it I was overfriendly with the boy the first night I met him). And no one can beat the cocktails in Roadhouse (Covent Garden ), no matter which ones you pick (happy hour is our favorite time to hit the bar), it will always taste good! Bring it on, can’t wait to go with my girls and treat ourselves. I am not big fan of beers. No particular reason, so if the guy is thinking of buying me a pint, this won’t work. Cider will do for me. Oh yeah, and recently I am back to basics – vodka and some kind of mixer (just not coke as it is a bit too sweet with alcohol): tonic or ginger ale is superb! The other thing which refreshes me during hot summer days is Diserono and iced tea (any flavor or orange juice). Try it, you will love it.
Drunk stories? Loads of, however, sometimes I am too embarrassed to remember them. I am usually the one who is taking care of the group and making sure everyone gets to the taxi and is taken home (I am like mother hen really). Recently, because of my new diets it happened that I kind of overdone the alcohol not bearing in mind that I am having the drinks on an empty stomach and oh dear, it never ended well. One time I was almost kicked from the pub in Camden because I was so sick in the terrace and then told my friends that I am sleeping on some stalls in the market (can’t remember much, my friends put me to bed which I am always going to be thankful for as I was not myself and couldn’t take care). Next time I lost my purse and can’t remember a thing (this is a serious one as I think my drink was spiked and I don’t have any idea how I got home: removed the makeup, had something to eat and went to bed). I am usually the one who witnesses a lot of funny stories as I am quiet sober to remember the events by the time everyone is wasted.
Drunk kisses? Hmm…Well quiet a lot, I guess people just become more relaxed after few drinks and this is when all the flirting starts kicking. Sometimes I wish I haven’t done half of the things I done (don’t get me wrong, everything counts for experience but the next day when you wake up and remember some of the details, I just blush and try to erase it from my memory, like a delete button). I have to admit that I have been cozy with my work male colleagues on the staff night outs (this is where all the staff party stories come) as you get away from your official environment and see people in different light (next thing I think, that the hell I was thinking, the guy is not even cute! But that night after few glasses and “deep conversation” which topic you even don’t remember, it is only that moment when someone’s tongue is in your throat that haunts you down). Last time (I was going out with the boy) on the girls’ night out while having social fag (I don’t smoke, just keeping the company or having one after having few drinks), we got chatted by some American guys and their Portuguese friend and the next thing I know, the friend is trying to kiss me (I swear, I was not provoking it and I am not guilty, so this “incident” wasn’t reported to the boy as there is nothing to be said. It was him, not me). Now (when all of us getting older and getting into relationships/engaged/married) it is not so much fun as you become more reasonable but I have to admit, I miss all that fun nights out (all the flirting, talking to the boys and just messing around). Once even got chatted in Burger’s King (I am vegetarian but was accompanying my friend for some greasy after night out meal) and got the number from the guy who was so cute (we kept in touch for a while, but that’s it). Or getting chatted by French guy and getting directions from him. Fun times.
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