A 'Fresher Perspective' blog: no memory of last night

So I guess you could say I was back to my old self this week… After knocking back far too many at the pub, I have barely any recollection of Saturday night.

I do however remember wrestling someone on the cold concrete for my driver’s license, play fighting, probably screaming.  I turned to my left to see two policemen and I remember feeling ashamed that they had to be around to protect us lot parading the streets on the weekends. I’m sure there is far more important things they would rather be doing than picking up drunks.

By the time I was able to compose myself enough to try and get into a club, I got there to find the doors were closed. Luckily with much persuasion we convinced the doormen to let us in.  Memory gone.

So I have no conclusion whether this was a good or bad night, I remember a few faces but very little of what was spoken. I was out for two different birthdays, both of whom I barely saw. I really don’t like getting myself into that kind of state so I plan to take it much slower this weekend to avoid another blank night.

Reading back my text messages in the morning though was pretty horrifying , Facebook, twitter, texts… all of which managed to spell the word ‘drunk’ in various forms. I may start turning my phone off when I go out as I apparently called people too. Sorry guys…

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