It look me hours to do my makeup. Makeup is therapy to me. I can spend hours painting brows and sculpting my cheeks. I pile on the glitter and bronzer. I'm getting exited just talking about it haha. The fact I won £200 worth off beauty products is the best thing ever. And I got to use all my new products Saturday. I had more layers than an onion.
I spent a little time doing my friends makeup, whilst shaun made us cocktails, and played barman. So once we was covered in glitter and I was wearing enough hairspray to sport a flammable sign on my back. We was off. Jeeez I was nervous but once I got sat down and seen all the free bottles off wine I soon relaxed. It was difficult at times because I didn't want to really talk about my illness, not because I'm embaressed or anything, I just worried it would put a downer on other peoples night. But I did realise most off my life has been spent at the hospital for the past few month. And general conversations sometimes come round to this. For example I will say "oh when I was in the hospital the other day". But it didn't feel a problem, no one made me feel funny about it or anything. I wasn't overloaded with people wanting to talk about it. I'm not even sure if they are all aware. And it makes no difference either way if they do or don't.
I was up on the dancefloor and downing shots. I made about 20 new friends as I am just to friendly when I've had a few. I was in such a jokey mood. I threw emmas shoe liner across the hotel lobby, and when it was time to get my coat it was stuck on the hanger. So I took the hanger with me. And got caught by security who told me I couldn't take it. I was look beefcake the hangers coming with me.
When it came to going into another club I just shoved the hanger down my skirt. How normal. And it didn't stop their I got home with a wooden coat hanger, a drinks menu, a happy birthday banner and a garland. So if anybody is missing any off these items I'm ya gal.
I was nervous about getting drunk, and haven't been since before I had lottie. But last night I did get drunk and I was fine. Just like I used to be. If not a little more extra. 1 downfall is I can no longer slut drop. WTF who am I? I can get down but I cant get back up! So I'm a dance move down.
I got in at 2am! And one of the benefits of my reduction in medication I am super frisky. I have had no other side effects from the reduction. Thank god I want to get back under the sheets. Because dam we had I dry patch. I just wasn't feeling it. And this is a side effect of sertraline and I was on rather a high dose off 150mg. And also depression doesn't want you to have a bath never mind bonk! But I'm back and so was my drunken alter ego last night. OMG who is that girl! Taste of wine and I'm a whole new lover. My voice changes and everything, i've spoke to my friends about this and they are like it as well. I'm surprised shaun doesn't ply me with alcohol daily, but on the other hand maybe it scares him. I can get a little carried away pmsl!
Sorry if this is to much information but this is me, and this is how I chat to my friends. And my blog is like my friend. I want to be honest and real and if that involves chatting about my sexy time or lack off then so be it. Its tongue in cheek and that's me.
This morning I woke up a little ropy. You know then you wake up after a night out and just lay their helpless thirsty, hungry and fury teeth but you can just not get up. That was me today. The first thing shaun said to me was, “Lottie popped on her clothes they are in the bathroom if you can sort them”. #BOFF And I'm just sooooo tiered!
So it nap time baby :)
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