So it's Friday night you are going in town with friends from work whats the worst that could happen..............
I arrive by Porsche courtesy of Helen Smith, by the way i will only now travel by Porsche! Good start to the evening we meet Ross and Nicola and my downward spiral starts...... TN4- Long Island Ice Tea (containing 5 shots) Champagne Mojitos.......... Led down a dark Alley that actually turned out to be a very steep slope by Andrew Tapping...... The Other Tapping (mrs) appear making some very odd noises after nearly stacking it on several occasions due to her selection of footwear! We arrive at the last post just about in one piece... the sign on the door read "over 30's" it's been a while since i've worried about not being able to get into places.... it turns out that our party nearly doubled the amount of people in the place so i think they were happy for the custom...... Double Vodka's....... The staggering continues to P&P whilst screaming at James Mansell as he ran down the road to rekindle the Bromance.
More double vodkas, jager bombs, shots, more double vodkas.............. It's a strange concept when you see people in a completely different light for those of you who attended the evening you will know who i mean..... Helen was enjoying herself on the dance floor and then was joined by Mr T who threw some pretty awesome shapes :) After many toilet stops (for the Tapping), one of which James joined us in the ladies toilets this was shortly before he was asked not to even though in his own words "it's alright mate i know these two"
Helen stayed put we left in search of the kebab shop, Andrew ran ahead to order the food and we staggered (and yes i do mean that) towards the bottom of the hill, with me wearing Helen's cashmere as a headdress and behaving in a very irresponsible manner! Tapping fell to the floor in a very elegant fashion and the street pastors asked us if we were ok, offering flip flops which in hindsight we should have just taken for amusement value more than anything! This led to what shall only be described as a very interesting sit in a bus stop and then journey home!
The next day however was a totally different ball game.......... i now know what the feeling is when you wake up and can't move your head because you think you might just puke everywhere... i very cautiously made it downstairs, showered and into some form of outfit for work. Saw the night befores kebab in reverse and then drove (i actually don't know how) into work. I can safely say i felt grim all day and i'm not sure how i made it to the end of the day!!!! Especially when everyone else was off and recovering.
I think i remember the line "i'm never drinking like that again..." (we all know thats a lie!)
The Saturday night meant i was going out again this time to a festival in a field, strange concept but for a good cause and to support a good friend so all in all good fun :)
The week at work has been odd with bullies and people who we clearly all hate.....
Thursday night saw us descend upon Tunbridge Wells again, this time for Jim Stapely's gig at Trinity. A good fun night was had with The Tapping and Hels, after Kitsu (YUM) we headed for the Trinity to watch Jim. I have to say this because he is a friend but i do genuinely mean it he is a brilliant performer and i enjoyed every part of the evening... i enjoyed it even more once the drunks started falling about and providing the entertainment :)
Friday saw a day of practical jokes on Terry, wheelchairs, Tappings Backdoor trouble, people being sick, people needing help in toilets, prep for theatre productions, last days and lots of laughs.... Canterbury tales were........... interesting shall we say, not my cup of tea but the customers definitely seemed to enjoy it :) the evening was topped off by a trip to Tapping Towers. Which evolved into a late night/early morning looking at pictures and telling tales, i have to say very enjoyable and much needed after the excitement of previous events! Even if it did mean i got three hours sleep before work! (it was worth it for the Xena cuddles :)
My curse of having to attend first aid hasn't ended today saw me attending another one, there is something about Sundays.... This time it was in the house, just as me and George were about to have our compulsory "catch up" tea the radio goes "Chloe to George" odd as Chloe wasn't due to be working "the pager is going for the Red Bedroom" (you can hear the pager going nuts in the background) George disappears off and then comes back for me as it's first aid for a collapsed customer, who then proceeds to tell me that she feels really sick. All i can think is SHIT we are in the house please don't be sick on the carpet, walls, beds, books or ME. Luckily the Gooderson/Edwards combo got her outside before she puked everywhere. I do love dealing with customers sick and then writing pages of boring paperwork because people aren't responsible and sit in the sun and get sunstroke!
Later on i get a call from the car park about a volunteer who has left their dog in the car, i go to visit the car park and the dog i quote "i say dog it was big enough to ride" was going nuts in the back of the car. Off i go to find George to help me track down the ponies owners..... This lead to a casual chat in the corridor by the back door of the house, where we discussed the new Scotney rule...
Any pets big enough to be ridden must not be bought with you to work!
Tapping tries her new party trick!
Xena waiting for bedtime at about 2:30am
Yummy dinner
Helen and Where's Wally at the gig!
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