A night out.

I actually had a proper night out last night, possibly for the first time ever. I had dinner at home, then went with the MCR to the Pickerel, where i had a glass of Pinot Grigio, then I went to Criminology pub which was just finishing at the Anchor and carried on in Darwin college bar, where I proceeded to have another two or three glasses of wine. To top it all off, I went to Gardi's where I met a few members of the MCR to eat greek burger with cheesy chips, and to walk (I think there was some running involved too) home with.

The strange thing is this however, I don't think I felt drunk. I don't think I have ever felt drunk. What is it supposed to feel like? Perhaps I didn't drink enough, but given that I have never really drunk any alcohol until about two months ago, I hardly think I have developed a tolerance for it, and four glasses of wine should be enough to at least render some level of inebriation in anybody. I certainly felt a bit rough when I got to bed, but I think that's quite natural after eating bits of toothpaste-consistency cow. Definitely no hangover in the morning either, I don't think, but again I don't know what that feels like: I felt a bit shitty, but then I was woken up at 9am to go invigilating, and it was no worse than any other morning (and Brian would know how dead I am in the morning!). Oh well, we'll see what happens next time...if there is a next time.