Sophie will be giving a frank portrayal of university life and the role alcohol plays in it. This week Sophie's night out ends in injury and a few embarrassing photos.
Uni has been a lot more hands on this week. I've had extra lectures and been getting pretty serious with my art work.
Then weekend rolls around... (mine usually starts on a Thursday as I have nothing scheduled Friday), so after work I went to a friend’s ‘winter BBQ/goodbye to people going skiing at sunrise’ party.
By drinking indoors we probably saved a lump sum of cash thanks to cheap supermarket prices.
There is a lot of media attention towards drinking at home lately, contributing to the slump in pub profits and encouraging binge drinking. However, despite more alcohol being available… our drinking seems to be at a much steadier, relaxed… sensible… pace when we are indoors.
This is probably more out of respect for the host’s home… unless it’s declared as a party.
Most people reading this will understand that the definitive line between gathering and party holds the key to the night’s alcohol consumption.
Our Saturday night on the other hand, wasn’t as relaxed or as slow paced as Thursday. I’m still injured.
Normally I’m pretty sensible (my friends will laugh when I say that) but this week I probably went past my comfortable zone.
Coming out of the pub resulted in falling over on the concrete, smacking my head on the pavement. People heard it crunch pretty hard…I couldn’t feel it.
So off I went dancing away with a lump on my head (like Tom and Jerry used to get when they hit each other with hammers)… a cut and a face smudged in black (rubbed off someone else’s tiger painted face). All in all, not a good look.
Thinking back it reminded me of the advert where the girl is getting dressed to go out but smearing her make up and breaking her heels. I think the advert ended in “You wouldn’t start a night like this. So why end it that way?”
Overall the night's memories are pretty blurred with only embarrassing Facebook photos filling in the blanks.
Date: 23/02/10
Posted by: Francis
Haha, sounds like a good night! Had a similar experience after a Vicars and Tarts party at the Union. We still can't find anyone able to give a confident chronology of what the hell happened in what order, and I still have a scar on my knee from some unremembered fall. Great fun, though, hilarious stuff!