That’s the lyrics, right?
Good old Cliff, the cheeky minx.
And so this post (more than) officially concludes my first term at uni…I clearly have an A* in timekeeping, I actually came home on the 12th.
We most definitely ended the year on a bang.
All of my flatmates and I headed to our local-est of local haunts and had the weirdest night ever….we’re convinced we all fell into some kind of Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole.
Think ecstasy without the…err ecstasy.
In my case, after one too many Jäegerbombs (bought by a very nice guy at the bar…did drunk Laura stay and thank him? Nope…she drank two, handed the rest to her friends and strutted off into a door..yes, into #nailedit….I digress) I decided to go for an “epic” adventure.
Aka I tottered off alone to a bench outside our flat to “get some air”.
Seems I have a little bit of a penchant for the outdoors when I’m tipsy (pissed)…I once made my flatmate lap a very drunk me around our uni accommodation eight times because I was “enjoying the breeze”.
There are no words.
Whilst there a very *handsy* arse decides to try and hit on me…I shoved him off, got up to leave and fell smack bang onto my chin.
It was the heels.
And I didn’t get a kiss under the mistletoe.
Turns out I then decided this was a reasonable enough trigger to get home and full on ugly cry, only to find most of my other female flatmates in tears too.
No one will ever truly know what went down that night.
Oh, hang on…
…maybe it was just that creepy bartender…
…the one pouring our drinks.
All in all we had a great last night out though, and a great term. I miss them all already!
And so, in the words of my spirit animal, Bridget Jones…
December 16th, year-end summary:
Prison stays, none.
Alcohol poisonings, two.
Lesbian kisses (don’t ask), three (minds OUT of gutters).
Pounds lost, minus one (okay minus seven).
Boyfriends lost but then regained following major diplomatic incident, none #forveralone.
Marriage proposals, see above.
Boys kissed, you guys are such pervs, honestly.
New friends made, six (I hope).
An excellent year’s progress.
Overpacked and Underpaid has most definitely not cocked things up for the very last time.