I'll say it now just to get it out of the way - "I am never going to drink again".
Yet again I have been participating in the ritual of drinking onesself into a stupor, dancing to awful music in a crap nightclub (although I do love scrubway, it is very crap indeed) and then regretting it the next day. Why on earth do we poison ourselves in the name of fun? And who on earth decided to do tequila?
Having said which, I'm pretty sure last night wouldn't have been fun if I was sober. And there's no way I would have danced with all those girls like that either.
So it looks like I'll be doing it all over again Saturday night in the Clachaig.
God I'm stupid.
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