Someone Remind Me, Never Again!

I took the party highs to new lows yesterday, (or today, depending on how you look at things). A house party was happening at Lottie's, always a huge event with many laughs and good times, and I was determined to not miss out. A couple of weeks back however, after looking at the rota, and seeing a 06:00-14:00 next to my name, it certainly looked like the end of the dream. Not even I, "Pro Waster", would not risk turning up to work drunk and half-cut. It's professional suicide.

But this week, I had an epiphony. After finding out that Cool Will was the manager for this Saturday morning shift, (fabled for generally not giving a monkey's), and the meer fact that EVERYONE was going, I couldn't not go. After a few days off, catching up on lost sleep and certainly saving some for the reserves, I felt I could manage to play a full and interesting role in this house party, sober up by 6am, and struggle through 8 hours of mayhem and absolute torture before collapsing at home.

Friday then. After going for a spin in Father Mitten's new car, a sexy new-shape Astra, I found a brand new bottle of JD at the bottom of the cupboard, buried under strange looking, yellow-coloured Polish vodka and a few bottles of wine, which was certainly a result. It only meant spending £3 on a couple of bottles of coke, (for not even I, would drink Jack Daniels straight, all night), and before I could say 'torture' I was huddled in the back of Jessica, with Beddoe and co, heading for the house party.

May I point out at this moment in time, that 'Jessica' is the nickname that Rob gave his car. I wasn't ACTUALLY "huddled in the back" of a poor girl called Jessica, with Beddoe and company. Ahem...

Anyway, upon arrival, we sat around just talking, drinking our drinks in pretty good company. There were a fair few people I didn't know there, all looking rather Emo and Scene-Kid(ish), so the party was sort of split in 2. Hawkers and The Others. After the drink flowed more though, we integrated and had fun. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, unless you include Colin's Harry Potter innuendo line, and Cob walking out the front door to use the facilities, before being reminded by me, (who was just leaving for work at this point), that they were in fact inside the house, up the stairs.. Oh dear. Otherwise, it was your fairly average house party. I was drunk, but in the back of my mind, I knew I had to hold back at least a bit, if I had any chance of making it to work at Dreaded o'Clock.

Everyone seemed to drift home at 3am. By 3.30am, the only people left downstairs, awake, were me, Ash and the hostess. Otherwise, everyone had gone home in taxis or gone upstairs, (oi oi), or walked home. I figured this was going to be a very long and tiresome couple of hours, as I didn't want to go to sleep in fear of feeling worse come 6am. What actually happened, was a belated trip to BP to buy food, and going back to watch Red Dwarf IV! Awesome series, and although I missed the last episode because it was time to go, it certainly passed the time adequately, and all of a sudden it was 5.50am... Time for work.

I got changed into my work clothes, accidentally in front of some random girl who was actually awake... Awkward... And made my way to work. I was feeling OK at this point. A little jaded, yes, but I was confident I would survive. The first couple of hours flew by, as they usually do, but from around 8.30am onwards, I could describe it as Hell itself. It was horrible. I could not concentrate on anything at all. I think I might have shortchanged a few people, completely accidentally of course, and got shouted at by some customer for making him wait for his coffee, because I just completely forgot about him. It was a nightmare.

Surprisingly, the last hour or so was absolutely fine, but that was probably because I was passed the stupidly tired stage and at the giddy stage of no return. I was very happy to go home though, in Father Mitten's.... red Nissan Almera, (don't even start on that subject...), and here I am now. Still not asleep, and trying to delay it as much as I possibly can. I don't really want to wake up at 3am tomorrow morning... Even if I do have another 6am start... Sigh...

In conclusion, I am never doing that again. Ever. What a stupid idea!