I’ve been at uni for just over a week now, and I must say its been the best time ever! My flat mates are all absolutely awesome in their own ways, and we all get on really well. The rest of the block are decent as well, and we have already adopted two of the basement buddies to our flat as theirs is a little boring. I don’t mind though because they too are awesome and just add to the atmposphere in our flat.
As it stand, our flat consists of Tom in room 1, Me in room 2, Steve in room 3, Robbin in room 4, Anna in room 5, and Vicky in room 6. Our adoptive flat mates are Blib and Rachel from the basement.
I have been drunk every night so far, but none more so than tuesday, my birthday! I spent the first part of the night in the student union with a sash saying ‘It’s my birthday, pinch my ass’ and going around getting everyone to pinch my ass. I then bumped into the student union reps and mentioned it was my birthday… bad move! They all decided to chip in and buy me a birthday drink, one in the form of a dirty pint. Now I don’t know exactly what a dirty pint is, and I don’t exactly know what this had in it, but needless to say I downed it. Shortly after, I was being ‘clean & jerked’ by one of student union reps who plays on the rugby team… After that experience, the rest of the night is a bit of a blur to be honest. I drank insane amounts, and usually downed the drinks I was bought. The next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed the next morning with no leg hair and only one eyebrow! My bastard flat mates had shaved me! I didn’t mind, I took it all in good spirit – after all, I was the fool who told them it was my birthday and I was the one who went about downing drinks and generally going out of my way to get slaughtered! Alex from the flat below managed to film some of me in my drunken state, falling into hoovers and saying I want to ‘nosh myself off’ so I need to get a copy of that at some point to warn myself of the dangers for future reference.
Wednesday was a rather quiet one, well compared to tuesday anyway. We all stayed in and got really drunk in the flat instead, although somehow, as with most of our flat parties, the majority of L block came and we had a massive party outside on the stairs. Nothing too adventurous happened that night, thankfully, and it’s events are largely forgettable. I got a slight bit drunk that night however and had my first drunken depressive comedown from the alcohol, during which I got a little upset and caused Robbin to worry about me. He worried so much he wanted me to go see a counsellor, and still does to my knowledge. Should have learnt then that drinking so much constantly is not a good idea. My body was trying to tell me something…
Thursday night saw the skool disco arrive, and we all decided to make ourselves stand out from the crowd a little by designing our own school uniforms. Standard white shirt and trousers, but we got a pack of felt pens and designed our own insignia for the back. I was named Dirty Dave, Anna was The Rabbit, Steve was Steve-O – Party Boy UK, Robbin was Boy Wonder and Blib… well Blib was just Blib. In addition to our names on the back, we drew a huge red ‘L’ on the back of each to signify L block. That was the general uniform, but then they decided I needed a special touch, and wrote my mobile number on my collar! Worrying part was, the only number I got from that night was from some guy called Martin who text me his number that night! Managed to get a few more pics of me on the union website though, so not all was lost.
Friday was the freshers fare, and therefore all day drinking. We didn’t really get involved with that however, and just sat in our flat drinking all day instead.
Saturday was the beach party, so yet again we needed to think up a costume – this time around it was lifeguards. Seeing as we hadn’t been to cardiff yet, we decided it would be a good idea to make a day out and get our costume items in cardiff… How we wish we hadn’t now. The traffic signs and directions around cardiff are awful! We got lost at least 3 or 4 times. We did eventually manage to get there however, and got the yellow t-shirts we needed, along with some fabric pens. To add to the party, Anna even went and bought us some poppers, which definately made the night go with a bang. When we arrived it was rather empty, but it soon filled out afterwards, and the party started rather well. Until, that is, I had downed numerous shots of sambuca, tequila and vodka… After that I was a mess and started following Blib around like a dog after a bone! If that wasn’t bad enough, as far as I remember I then asked her if she liked me, and she turned round and said no. Wham! I was gone, In the state I was in I couldn’t take that. I shouldn’t have asked her in the first place (what the hell was I thinking?!?!), but being rejected in the state I was in was not ideal. Ended up going back to teh flat with my tail between my legs and feeling very sorry for myself. Wether it was the fact I had been rejected and I was very, very drunk, or a build up of other things as well I don’t know, but I got it into myself that i didn’t wanna be there anymore. Stupid me did the thing I hate more than anything, and started attention seeking! Started saying crap like I wanted to kill myself etc. Definately, by far, the most regrettable night I’ve had for a very long time! I text Blib later that night after I had calmed down a little and appologised seeing as we have to live together and shes always in our flat anyway, I didn’t want there to be an awkward tension between us.
Sunday night we decided to ease off the drink and opted for a quiet night in instead with just a few people round and a few quiet drinks, and for once we stuck to it!
Well, thats the week that has been so far… Who knows where this next week will take us?
Nick told me when you were drunk when he was there one of your roomies offered to suck you off but you insisted you could do it yourself. Obviously Dave this post is the second time you’ve said you’d happily blow yourself.
That makes you one of the few men who can manage a 34 and a halfer.
Congratulations