OMG, where do I even start? I've never had such an eventful day/night in my whole 18years. Everything i did, karma bitch slapped me in the face. LITERALLY.
It's been even mental-er than the time my dog licked me in the eye and I go conjunctivitis... moving swiftly on.
Monday night is student night in our local town, so me and a few friends dolled ourselves up and tottered to Watford in our heels, we were all having a laugh, and like most nights out that we have, were pretty drunk. It's was all fine until 3 of us didnt get into a club the others had already gone in. So the three of us went to another bar, where we some how got free entry, a free bottle of bubbly and free shots. And this was all after we told them we didn't get into Oceana cos we were too drunk, so god knows why they fed us free alcohol...
We the left and I lost the other two, so being drunk and on my own i did what I do best and went and cried in the kebab. I made friends with some of the people in there and as I went to leave I accidentally walked into some girls boyfriend. She shouted at me to say sorry, so I did. Then as I left she started 'givin it large' so me being me (getting cocky and thinking i was funny) mimicked her, so she punched me in the face ha!
I then cried some more and phoned almost everyone in my address book to come and pick me up, luckily someone did and I ended up trying to piece the night back together with a very sore head the next morning.
The next day I was reunited with my friend Tori where we did some reminiscing and I found out I'd told her I was going to London with tommy, hence why we'd lost each other. Except I didn't go to london and don't know who tommy is...
Anyway. We went for the standard McDonald's hangover cure and decided to go on the motorway to get home. BIG MISTAKE! We were stuck in standstill traffic for 2 hours, before we run the car battery down and my car wouldn't start.
So just picture the situation for me if you will, two hungover girls who know nothing about cars, stuck in verrrrry slow moving traffic, in a car that wouldn't start. Hmmmmmm. Tori phoned her dad as mine wasn't answering and he said to use the SOS phone on the hard shoulder to phone for help. Now for some unknown reason, instead of walking to the phone like any normal person, I ran. And I can't run at the best of times, let alone when I'm hungover, panicking and running past 4 motorway lanes of traffic, so I must have looked rediculous.
The nice SOS people sent some people to push my car off the motorway and then left us. I had no break down cover so I had to spend £146.74 on joining the AA so we could be rescued, they said they'd be under an hour.
We were sat there for 3.5 hours.
We had a laugh though. We made a sign on my ipad saying 'bugger' and stuck it to the window to see how many laughs we could get...
It got dark during this time and then my hazard lights stopped working, meaning we had to get out of the car in the cold as anyone coming down the hard shoulder wouldn't see us. Lucking we were rescued and jump started about 15 mins later.
So all in all, it took us about 7 hours to get a McDonald's.
Rediculously crazy, stressful, hilarious 24 hours where literally everything went wrong.
You can't make that shit up.