This is the tragic tale of my first night in London. It’s a real hot mess, so buckle yourselves in!
I'm drinking a Mai Tai pitcher, clear indication of where this story is headed
As we all know by now, I studied abroad in London. As any 20 year olds going to a country where you can legally drink, we planned on immediately hitting up some sort of bar/club/pub our first night abroad to celebrate. This turned out to be a pretty terrible idea.
My friends and I got dressed in our cutest clothes and headed out to the Covent Garden area. It was pretty incredible to see people everywhere drinking. On the street, spilling out of pubs, it was a heaven for all of us. We made our way into the first bar and had a few gin and tonics. As it got later, and we were slightly buzzed at this point, we decided it would be a good idea for us to go to a club and dance. Now, at this point in my life I had never been to a club that just played house and dance music. I usually go to places where rap/hip hop, top 40s is played so I can really break it down and drop it low. I wasn’t really sure how to dance or what to do so I thought the only “logical” solution was to drink more.
Insert a pitcher of Mai Tai, some rum and cokes, and I was feeling fantastic! My friends and I danced and danced when all of a sudden I decided it was a good idea to buy an entire bottle of champagne. I just vaguely remember saying we needed to celebrate and obviously champagne was the answer.
This champagne stole my soul.
This would also be a good time to mention the fact I was in London during the worst of the dollar value. At the time, the exchange rate was 1 pound to 2 dollars. I bought a bottle of champagne for £35, thinking that was a good deal. I didn’t realize until the next morning I actually spent $70! AHHH!
So after I bought the bottle of champagne, things got realllllly hazy. I remember a guy trying to steal the bottle and drink from it, I remember some crazy guy trying to dance with me, and I remember trying to go to the bathroom. Apparently by this point I was too drunk so they wouldn’t even let me use the bathroom. In turn, my friends and I all had to leave the club. Things got really ugly.
As soon as I stopped moving and got out onto the street, I realized just how drunk I was. I went to sit down and yup…all those drinks just came right back up. I sat sobbing in the middle of the street, in London, drunk out of my mind. I asked my friends if they could call my boyfriend on my pre-paid international phone, and then things really hit the roof. I soon became the drunk type I despise, the hysterical, crying drunk girl. I was sobbing and apologizing and throwing up and sobbing some more. I kept telling Johnny I wanted to go home, and I hated it in London and I was too drunk and…well I was rambling. Cabs wouldn’t even let me in the car because I was too drunk. Epic drunk fail, indeed.
Somehow my friends managed to get me up and walk me back to the flat, where I somehow vaguely remember singing Amy Winehouse songs. The next morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. We had a bus tour of London scheduled and I couldn’t even go because I thought I might die from the movement of the bus. I couldn’t touch alcohol for 2 weeks.
So kids, what did we learn from this tragic tale of drunken debauchery?
1. Don’t mix alcohol – Gin and tonic, mai tais, rum and cokes, and champagne do not make a good mix.
2. Don’t overdo it – I drank entirely too much. My face was going numb longgg before the bottle of champagne so that was pretty much a terrible idea.
3. Make sure you are with friends – If my friends weren’t there to help, I’m not sure how I would’ve made it home. Don’t hang with assholes who would leave you.
4. Be aware of the exchange rate – I spent $70 on a bottle of champagne. That is all.
5. Learn from the mistake – That night was the most pitiful I have ever felt. I have NEVER consumed that much alcohol again. That one night was the sickest I’ve ever been from alcohol and I never plan on being that drunk again.
Do any of you have crazy drunken stories? Please share!