Saturday the 14th of May, for some it is yet another spring day, nothing out of the ordinary. However, if you come from a European country, and have quite a high tolerance for bullshit, that day is the day that you spend 5 hours watching the most entertaining show on earth- Eurovision.
With my party plans for the day before ruined, I grabbed an early night in and woke up refreshed, albeit early due to my mum wanting to go shopping with me. I can't complain, whenever we go shopping together she always buys everything for me. However, a trip to Bluewater was something I really didn't need, especially as I saw his best friend there, bringing the daunting thought that he is in Kent straight into the pits of my stomach, making me feel sick. After a couple of playful text messages from my friends I started feeling better, yet still a little bit wary. We had a big lunch at my sister's cafe, I had the broccoli soup and chicken Caesar salad. NOM. Then we shopped for a little bit and returned with my sister back to our house, where full on Eurovision chaos ensued. I was printing out all the participating countries' flags to stick them up as impromptu decorations and also sorting out the drinking game and rules. Before we knew it, first people started arriving, but not without me and my sister getting into our "bad taste" outfits. They were incredibly hillarious. The depressing thing is that I actually started to really like the way I looked the more I got drunk. Anyway, two couples arrived and the eurovision got on the way. We were on the lookout for typical eurovision things to happen, as they were in the rules for the drinking game (Using the word "Love", song name that doesn't make sense, pyrotechnics, gay people, bleached hair and tan) I sat down next to some really nice guy called Nigel who by the end of the night was like my best friend, he was telling me how awesome and clever I was! A lot more people arrived and things started getting blurry. The night culminated with the points drinking game. I got Ireland, which was bad news for my parents, cause they got quite a few points, leaving me to down shot after shot of vodka. Then there was dancing, and drunk talking to my mum about... I don't even remember? There was a random photoshoot in my room and then everyone left to get the last trains home. I stayed up for a bit drunk talking to people online and then went to sleep, content and happy.
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