My friend DC always organises parties and get togethers when we are all back because i think he gets bored being in Derby. So last night was the nigh of one of the get togethers, and i have to say i had really mixed feelings about it.
For one, i understand that the start of any party is a little bit slow, but right at the start none of my closest friends were there so i felt conversation etc was a little strained, also the people that were there didn't drink very much, whereas i do (what uni does to ya guys) so i felt i was being a little bit judged because i was walking around with a bottle of cider.
But then, when everyone got there, especially one of my best friends PR it really began to be good and i realised how much i missed all my friends. We all got a little drunk (partly due to mine and DC's competitive sides when it comes to drinking. We had a shot competition... I am 5 foot 2 at most and he is well over 6 foot, i think we know who came off better) and ended up having a genuinely nice time.
That was until things began to get a little weird with DC, as it does with most guys, when he invited me back to his room. It doesn't bother me too much because i know that he was out his face drunk and i also know, that like me, he becomes a very lovey person when he is under the influence. I was not going to mention this to him when i saw him the next morning but my oh so lovely friend PR decided to announce it to him because she had overheard him asking me. Ultimately he went very red and the silence that followed was one that could have been cut with a knife. Guys eh?
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