Hangover Hell.

I wasn't going to get drunk.

I wasn't going clubbing my red shoes.

I wasn't going to loose the whole of Saturday to a hangover.

In reality, I got roaring drunk, I landed up clubbing and spent today wrapped in a blanket.

Things were so severe, that I had to order pizza, garlic bread and Pepsi to help me.

I had a fabulous night full of random moments, non stop laughter, dancing and wobbling on heels.

I work with a great bunch of people.