Monday started with a dose of Arrested Development, my new obsession show. IT'S SO GOOD, despite it having Michael Cera in it. Thankyou Pawl for the awesome recommendation. Then onto shopping where I bought a super awesome top and yet another plain white vest so I can start makin t-shirts. This may be my calling, all I know is, I'm awesome at it. Then getting picked up by Shteeeeve and making a quick trip to the Lithuanian shop for pre-drink drinks. I got strawberry cider. A-mazing. Then drunking it at mine and a cider fuelled trip to Chatham, where Tap was finally going to be mine. The music was pretty decent, hell, they even played "Power of Love" which made me beyond happy. The interior did throw me a bit, it seemed way too rustic to be a licenced bar. We danced, and sat and chatted outside, met some singapore people and a lot of students, who didn't seem very clevar. Staying untill closing was definately a great idea, they played some seriously good music, despite the fact that an inevitable moshpit started. We had to wait for like an hour for the first train home then, which was spent discussing uni and different essays that we have written. Then onto Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions on the train back and making fun of all the polish people on their way to work.
I awoke at about midday with a light sense of hangover, which was quickly put away by drinking some more of day old cider, and then back into bed untill 8, which is when my sister woke me up and told me that we are leaving to go clubbing in an hour. I quickly got ready again, we downed a shot of Lithuania's finest vodka and got on our way. We met the birthday girl, Clarissa, who enjoyed our "magic" coke on the train. We waited about half an hour at Rochester for Diana, Neringa's work colleague, which is when we got too annoyed and decided to go and buy a bottle of wine from the nearby off licence. This was swiftly drunk, and we were joined by Bruno, another of Neringa's work friends. We headed to the nearest bar, which turned out to be incredibly cool with it's own dj and a range of delicious cocktails. I enjoyed my first jagerbomb, which did hit me quite a bit, and then shared two jugs of cocktails with everyone else. Some other girl joined us and we danced like crazy for about two hours, when we decided it would probably be a good idea to go to the club now. We got some taxis to Passion- Kent's sleaziest club. Things from then on get blurry. I know there were tequila shots, and a lot of dancing, and some really cute tall guy (why didn't I get his number?!) and definately throwing up in the cab on the way home. We put poor Clarissa to bed, with Neringa taking off her clothes and me getting her water. We walked home talking about ridiculous stuff, with both our shoes off for no reason, and then drinking of water and trying to get Neringa to not be hungover where I administered my fool-proof hangover cure on her.
The pictures of last night are incredible. I wish I could upload them though >:(. Now I am sitting here hanging like crazy. Need to probably get dressed at some point. Nakidity is becoming too normal for me.
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