Boyfriend went out last night on a leaving-do and I stayed at home. I ended up buying a dress on Ebay adn chatted to one of Boyfriend's old school mates for hours. Lovely chap - he's had some trouble with girls as he's too nice and shy and they're not...
At about midnight I was knackered so I went to bed and woke up by some drunken people and when I looked at the watched it said 3.55. Hmmm - a bit worrying as I still remember when Boyfriend went out and got beat up (for no reason) and looked like Frankenstein's monster... Anyway, so I phoned him and he went: Hej alsckling(honey in Swedish) I'm in the taxi and I'm almosct home. I'm alsho a little worsht for wear..."
When I opened the door (as he hadn't brought any keys with him) he slumped against the doorpost and grinned in a way that only very drunk people do. He pointed to his [new] shirt and said "Letsch juscht say I didn't have any curry..." *giggle* *giggle* "I threw up in the Balti King" *giggle* *giggle* "I feel a bit yucky and I think I need a bucket.."
Uh oh! So I ran and sorted out a bucket and then I listened to him vomiting up litres of liquid. But I made him get up to empty and clean the bucket... Sweet!
He's now in bed, sleeping it off, but he's only got another 15 minutes as he's promised to take me places today although he'll need a proper scrubbing down as he stinks of stale beer and everything else. he had fun but he said that he's happy it was a leaving do as he now won't have to face them on Monday... God knows what he got up to!
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