Why Did I drink so many of those pink cock...tails

I am feeling quite hung-over today. I went out to UCD last night for an inter-soc LGB xmas party. I was originally supposed to go with everyone from college, but I just missed the bus. I ended up having to get two buses out there which was a total pain in the ass as it took me an hour and a half to get from college to UCD. I was also wondering whether I would arrive and not be able to find the place, or else I would find it and everybody would have left for town. Luckily, none of the above occurred.

I arrived at the Astra Hall at about 8.30. There were a good few people there, and I spotted some familiar faces at one of the tables so I quickly went over. I ended up having a great time. There were free cocktails, some of which I ended up stupidly downing - think one was just pure alcohol mixed with a bit of crushed ice. Im paying for that one today I tell ya! There's something about brightly coloured drinks that Im both suspicious off and strangely (dangerously) attracted to. I was even up dancing and everything, although it has to be said that, for gay men, most of them there were pretty terrible dancers. So the stereotype isn't 100% true. I spent a lot of the night chattin' to this couple from my college, who I hadn't met before. I got on really well with them, as opposed to most of the other people in the soc who I can hold a conversation with but just don't 'click' - you know what I mean.

Anyway, things wound up at the party at about 11, so everyone jumped on the last bus and headed to the G. You should have seen the bus. It was the gayest ever ;) There were a group of slappers upstairs who were absolutely shit-faced and started screaming Christmas songs and eventually got most of the bus to join in (you know the type - short belt-like skirts, bleached hair, fannys looser than an elephant-fingered ass). However, the bus driver didn't seem to pleased as he stopped the bus and came upstairs, saying that if they didn't stop singing he'd throw everyone one off - and seeing as it was the last bus we would have all been royally fucked. So we got to the G eventually. It was free in since we'd already paid eur7 into the UCD party, which was pretty cool. Most of the music was 80s which suited me fine, although it did slowly turn into scanger-dance. Did a bit of dincin' and a little bit more drinkin'. The G was a bit of a come down for some reason. The group kinda all dispersed all over the place. I ended up sitting with five people from my college, who I think are kinda nerdy. Most of them are first years though and all of them are the worst dancers I've ever seen, and that means even worse than Dave & Eoin ( :p ). They're just not my type of people - im not being bitchy or anything but they're just not, although I did kinda go along with everything, just for the sake of it. The night gradually came to an end - I got my coat and got a cheap nitelink home. On my own :( Oh well. Im glad I went in the end.

Oh, and just in case you're wondering, I broke it off with M last weekend. He's such a fucker. Although I'm still kinda hoping he'll text me sometime, just so that I can ignore it.

Better get back to pretending to work.