"So... Do ya wanna go somewhere and.. you know...??"

So, my Sunday started off well.... Finished night shift, went home, had some tea, felt sorry for myself for being forced to work dreaded night shits, I mean shifts and then went to my lovely bed and had a lovely sleep.........

Well....

That is until my housemate J came in and woke me... lovely!

Dragged sorry self out of bed, got showered, tamed the bunch of hay ontop of my head, got dressed and onwards we marched!! Had a lovely time in Bangor, called into one of J's colleagues and ended up spending 2 hours of my day off working... not amused... then it rained!!

So back to Belfast we hopped and got some stuff for dinner... fanTASTICO!! Felt like balloon after eating mountain of dinner and decided to relax for the evening... then disater struck... my friend G called to remind me that I was supposed to go to see him and drink obscene amounts of wine and watch Tina Turner Movie... Wine and Tina Turner, what more could I want... off I trollied... lol

Wine drunk, words slightly slurring, throat a little tickly from thinkin I was Tina Turner and trying to reach her notes, we decided that our lovely night shall not end her, that we should go dancing, 12.05am, off we pop to the Kremlin for some dancing and shennanigans... plenty of Gin and White Lemonade (well mainly tonic water which I hate, but have feeling that voice was too slurred for them to understand the lemonade part, so they just went with what they knew), a celebrity encounter with Brian Dowling and plenty of drunken bum feeling then running away giggling later, we find ourselves on the street... I think it's a good plan to go home, but G has other plans, he drags me through town to find out if Yello is open, but alas, on a Monday morning at 3am it is closed... hmm... so off back we trot to the Kremlin to get a taxi... on the way, we get cruised by 2 men in a BMW, a man in a hat and a man with a torch....

Not good!!

Safely back outside the Kremlin, we both decide that it's a good idea to go home, hop into a taxi and we're on our way.... obviously drunken conversations with taxi man is happening and he decides to inform us that he has had sex all over his car... including the back seats.... ((vomit in mouth)) then we approch G's house and he exits said sex car and leaves me on my lonesome... then the taxi man contines to talk asking random questions which I can't really remember now, but I do remember random dribble about dancing and stuff coming out of my mouth... approaching the bridge to where I live, the man slows the car down and says in his rear view mirror "So... do ya wanna go somewhere and... you know.."

SOBER....

"No I don't... please stop the car"

Car slams to a halt... I throw a £5 note that I had in my hand and exit, car quickly speeds off in other direction and I embark on my journey home on foot feeling violated.....

Note To Self: Always take note of taxi signs and numbers! lol

Got home, climbed into bed and left my friend a very drunken message while in hysterics laughing about the funny taxi man offering me sex... thinking about it the next morning, not so funny! :-S