Hangin'

So 'liquids for the rest of the day' didn't go as planned!! It definitely could have been worse though. I drank a LOT more than I ate which isn't usually the case. I actually lasted until about 3 or 4am on just booze (and weed) until me and Alfie decided that we were ravenously hungry and went in drunken search of a McDs in the local area... we got so lost and like fell in the street and stuff. It was bad. But we made up for it by having awesome chats. He is such a nice guy. I wouldn't touch him because I know Charlie is really into him, but if they weren't going out things probably would have happened last night... just saying. (And he said I was tiny! TINY! I love him forever for that.)    

Bikini wise... I felt awesome in my bikini. I don't even know why. Maybe it's because (in the most arrogant way) I knew I was more attractive than at least 80% of the girls there?! And I got a ridiculous amount of compliments on my figure. So that was all good. I think I also felt pretty good because right before I left for the party I saw 139.8 on the scales :) Haha that's all disappeared now but at least I know the 130s are in my reach again.

I ended up sleeping for an hour (from 5-6 am) in the doorway of a utility room with Alfie. Zara passed out after getting emotional (not a pretty sight), Caro passed out after chundering (she was out pretty much the second I arrived), Bash and Tina were up pretty much all night and surreptitiously left when the tubes opened. All in all it was a pretty good party, but mostly because I hung out with Alfie for the entire time and got completely fucking wasted. I haven't been that drunk in... years. And this morning, do I feel groggy.

Which brings me back to the food. I vaguely remember eating wholewheat bread with light philadelphia cheese and raspberry jam. Like, two big pieces. Also, raspberries. And a packet of weird crisps. This guy's family are obviously health freaks or something, which usually I would dig, except that I wanted JUNK and all I could find was smoothies and fruit and low fat cheese spreads and CONDIMENTS. Probably a good thing to be honest. But urghh eating at 4 in the morning does not bode well. Your digestive system just doesn't want to work at night so you end up going around with all this food fermenting in your stomach. Urgh. And in the morning after my 1 hr's sleep on a wooden floor in a doorway in my best friend's boyfriend's armpit, in all my disheveled glory, I agreed to McDonalds hangover breakfast... stuuuuupid. Zara and Caro split and so me and Alfie ended up chilling in there for like 2 hrs with fries and chicken mayos and full sugar Fanta at 9am. Lush.
           
I weighed myself when I got home more out of morbid curiosity than actual concern. I was pleasantly surprised to see I'd only gone up to 142.2 (and that was - tmi - before I'd used the bathroom, and with no sleep, and a full stomach of fast food and whatever booze was still in my system, etc.). It's now 2.30pm and I'm chilling with a 1L bottle of diet lemonade (17p from Tesco's, BOOM) and some shit TV. Life is good. Plan for the rest of the day is: feel less groggy, exercise, don't eat anything, feel less groggy, don't eat, feel less groggy. To be honest what hurts the most is my muscles from working out yesterday. I'm soooo sore from those 1-minute moves. Seriously. Those videos kicked my butt.

Ooh and the play was amazing too! We bumped into some old friends. My dad is stressed. Very stressed. He needs a holiday or I'm seriously worried he'll have a heart attack... or something. And the stuff with my sister hasn't exactly eased that stress. Argh. I wish I didn't have to spend so much time worrying about my parents.