I woke up early with buckets of left over energy from the night before and 5 texts from Andrew declaring how much fun he had last night. “Who the hell is Andrew?” Half-drunk and hungry, I took no notice of the texts and began my journey of discovery into the world of deep-fried meats covered in cheese and basked in the glory of .
I spent the day violently and spontaneously twitching every time I had a blurry flash back of the night before. There were the usual memories of chain-smoking with strangers, coming on to the bouncers and dropping all the contents of my bag on the bathroom floor… but that was a standard night out. There were so many other bits and pieces that happened and I just could couldn’t piece it together. My heart raced to my arse as I thought of all of the possible scenarios. I vaguely remembered dancing with a group of strangers and getting photos with them. CRINGE! I danced with a young boy no older than 18 (shit! Did I kiss a young boy last night?) aww…fuckety fuck! I DID! I kissed a fucking teenager last night…
THEN my phone vibrated. Another text from this Andrew person. “Are you Alive?” it read.
Whatever happened last night Andrew has the answer! So I texted him back. mistake#3