The night before... and what a night it was

Well, with a title like that how can this post really be anything other than an account of the stark, and frankly embarrasing, tale of life in halls? Let us begin...

The night started as any other at Meridian Court, with a quick trip to Tesco for supplies (hehe). Our required supply for the night wasn't bread for late night feasting or bathroom cleaner, nope, we were after a bottle of Tesco's own triple distilled vodka. Upon arrival back at the flat we wasted no time in launching into the highest risk game of chance in the book, Drinking 21. Listen kids, dont play this game unless you want to wake up embarrased and ashamed at the state of intoxication you managed to work yourself into. The game goes like this. The players all play aginst the dealer, which alternates every five hands. If the dealer wins the hand, everyone else drinks a finger worth of their drink (a finger worth is about a mouthfull). If the dealer is beaten, he/she has to drink a finger for each person who beat him/her. A finger is also required if you go bust. doesnt sound too bad, does it?

Yeah right. Fingers are stackable, so if you go bust and get beaten by the other three players (as one of my flatmates did) you have to have 4 fingers of your drink. Look at how wide all four fingers are on one of your hands. That's a lot of drink. By the end of the night, I had drunk approximately two thirds of a bottle of vodka. On an empty stomach.

I would therefore like to post a public apology to all the people I accosted in Meridian Court on the night of tuesday 7th October 2008.

So kids, the moral of the story is... don't go mental on drink like I did.

Oh, and the hangover is terrible.

- tom_349