Drunken nights and crazy moments

Thursday nights are dedicated to Paco's a local bar in the Hilton, Al Ain. With the crazy atmosphere surrounding you, your body takes on a whole new persona. If someone hands you a drink, you drink it. It's not like at home where you would worry about someone slipping something in it. If someone asks you to dance, you will dance. It's like your body has a mind of its' own.

Many a times I have been out and the next day everything is blurry. You wonder what you got up to, what state you were actually in, how many glasses did you break, and the most importantly how many drinks did you actually have. Me and the girls went out last night to celebrate the leaving of ADEC (Abu Dhabi's equivalent to Ofsted) and all the stresses they brought with them. We had survived the week and we deserved a night out. We actually arrived at Paco's later than we normally would, around 11ish, but we knew we would be out till closing.

Here is where the blurriness appears. I do not remember much except having 2 Bacardi Breezers (hardcore ain't I?) and 2 Baby Guinness -  a strange liquor shot which is pretty darn tasty. I remember one creepy guy trying to grind his way into my and my friend's dancing moments, and I was forever saying no! or ' go away!'. I'm pretty sure the manager spoke to him cause he stayed away from us later on in the night.

It was a strange feeling waking up this morning and I'm pretty sure I was still drunk at 10am. Why you ask? Well I woke up naked and the first though than ran through my head was 'oh fuck, where am I and where are my clothes?'. After panicking for about a few seconds, I realised I was in my own bed, in my own room, by myself. Crazy huh!

I recently posted on facebook that I'm 'not sure if I dreamt it...but I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in a bar with a pillow last night!'. Turns out I did. Apparently one is such a regular at the bar that I can fall asleep there and pillows and blankets will be handed to me to keep me comfy. If I did that in the UK, the manager or security would probably pick me up and put me in a taxi. 

Maybe I can find the girls and see what other shenanigans I got up to last night :)

See you later
 Melissa
x 

I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside 
                                                      Slept so Long - Jay Gordon (Queen of the Damned OST)

Saturday night. A night were I would normally spend it planning for the lessons the next day. However, on a rare occasion I had the Sunday off. To celebrate this, me and a few of my fellow friends decided to have a night out; and as per usual we ended up in Paco's. What a surprise! Though hindsight would have been a useful thing to have before I went out. My first omen was drinking wine. Wine is my weakness, my kryptonite. Seriously it makes me so emotional that I cry at everything and anything.

1) 'First cry of the night' award goes to Diesel band and their rendition of Red, Red, Wine (UB40). Sorry guys, but being far away from my parents I was bound to get homesick at some point and unfortunately this was the moment in time were it would decide to appear. My dad. Yes I am a daddy's girl and this song reminded me of him. Whenever this song would be played I could always guess the next words that come out of his mouth "do you know what UB40 stands for?" and if I said no it was result in a long conversation about the 'Unemployment Benefit, Form 40'. My dad has to have the last word and always has to be right. That my friends is where I get my stubbornness from and my bitchy attitude.

2) 'Worst cry of the night' award goes to getting my extensions caught in my hair. Normally it wouldn't bother me getting my hair all tangled up since it happens on a daily occasion. However, add alcohol and pent up frustration to the mix then tears will be the end result. A very pitiful thing to cry at, something I am sure of.

3) 'Very emotional cry of the night' award for the second time goes to Diesel band. Other nights I have listened to them perform Zombie (The Cranberries) and Linkin Park my mind just lost it. Too many memories came flooding back at once and the tears just poured. Childhood memories, recent memories, family, friends, those I left behind. Homesickness what something I thought I would experience at random intervals during my time here.

For now I will be staying away from the wine and stick to other drinks and hopefully the emotional roller-coaster will subside.

Melissa

                        

WTF

So last night I did something stupid. Instead of drunk texting, I drunk messaged someone on facebook; and it was terrible. It was that bad that I don't think I could ever face him again.

This is what I meant to say:

I like you. Can we talk?

Instead it came out like a huge pile of ramblings. Its so bad I can't even write it in here.

Well I am most definitely crazy now!