So I was meant to go out tonight.
As if it would ever be that simple.
First, my wallet including ID (driving licence), debit card, and Oyster travel card (only way to travel in London; they don't even accept cash anymore) stolen. Pickpocketed, for sure, as I had it when I got on the tube and it was gone when I got off. Got my friend to illegally buzz me out of the underground. Call and cancel debit card, etc. Finally got to the venue, was gonna try to get in on my friend's spare ID. Unfortunately, there was a friend of a friend who'd already puked outside and was utterly fucked up.
And I mean utterly. Not even able to sit up straight, never mind stand.
His friend wouldn't take him home. So of course it fell to me. Without money or mode of transport.
Through a series of illegal tricks up my sleeve, I got him onto the underground, kept him from puking the entire time, frightened off some cunts who wanted to mug him, and eventually, after 2 hours, got him straight to his door. His "friend" said to just dump him on the tube and let him get home himself. Fuck that, he couldn't even walk without support and me counting out his steps, with frequent breaks for him to puke.
Get him home. Finally.
So then I'm miles away from where I live, no money, no ability to travel, no ID, nothing. I walk home. Halfway across London. A city I moved to 3-4 weeks ago. With no directions. It took me another two hours, at least. Holy shit.
Finally I get home. I have no way to get inside my halls because you need to buzz in with a uni ID card which - you guessed it - got stolen alongside anything else. So I'm stuck sitting outside. For another 30 mins, waiting for my friends to get home from the club.
At. Long. Last. I am let into my own goddamn home. I am now here, too pissed off to sleep, bitching to you guys. And I have over a day's budget gone to waste on entrance fees and pre-drinks for a place I didn't even end up going to.
Fuck. My. Fucking. Life.
As if it would ever be that simple.
First, my wallet including ID (driving licence), debit card, and Oyster travel card (only way to travel in London; they don't even accept cash anymore) stolen. Pickpocketed, for sure, as I had it when I got on the tube and it was gone when I got off. Got my friend to illegally buzz me out of the underground. Call and cancel debit card, etc. Finally got to the venue, was gonna try to get in on my friend's spare ID. Unfortunately, there was a friend of a friend who'd already puked outside and was utterly fucked up.
And I mean utterly. Not even able to sit up straight, never mind stand.
His friend wouldn't take him home. So of course it fell to me. Without money or mode of transport.
Through a series of illegal tricks up my sleeve, I got him onto the underground, kept him from puking the entire time, frightened off some cunts who wanted to mug him, and eventually, after 2 hours, got him straight to his door. His "friend" said to just dump him on the tube and let him get home himself. Fuck that, he couldn't even walk without support and me counting out his steps, with frequent breaks for him to puke.
Get him home. Finally.
So then I'm miles away from where I live, no money, no ability to travel, no ID, nothing. I walk home. Halfway across London. A city I moved to 3-4 weeks ago. With no directions. It took me another two hours, at least. Holy shit.
Finally I get home. I have no way to get inside my halls because you need to buzz in with a uni ID card which - you guessed it - got stolen alongside anything else. So I'm stuck sitting outside. For another 30 mins, waiting for my friends to get home from the club.
At. Long. Last. I am let into my own goddamn home. I am now here, too pissed off to sleep, bitching to you guys. And I have over a day's budget gone to waste on entrance fees and pre-drinks for a place I didn't even end up going to.
Fuck. My. Fucking. Life.
Honestly I was just too fuming to sleep last night so I decided to vent.
