This is part two of this stupidly long storytime, so if you missed the first part of the story then click here to read that. For real, you need to get some background info before diving into part two… shit is about to go down.
Anyway all was well and good and we polished off a magnum bottle of champagne (don’t mind us just out here living our best lives). Everyone was happy and we went into Bournemouth. Part two doesn’t seem so bad. Everyone was still happy and we had some food and loads more drinks. Me and Hiccup actually ordered the same food which I’m just writing so I can include myself in this storytime a bit more.
I can’t express how happy everyone was enough. If it wasn’t a taboo subject, we would all bang on about how great this night was forever. Obviously pub led to pub which led to Walkabout (Snakebite Sundays, this is a judgement free zone). Basically, part two is just my way of telling you how great our night was.
Now me and one of the other attendees (what do I call them without mentioning their names!?!?) decided to try and cheer Hiccup up we would help him to get over Rosemary. That sounds like a bad move considering we were all supposed to be friends. But if you had seen the sorry state of Hiccup just stood on the dancefloor not even shuffling you would have understood.
Besides, thanks to the messages that Rosemary had been sending Ariel, we all knew that she was moving on over in Vegas. Ariel is the kind of person who wants everyone to have a good time and will try her hardest to include everyone. Especially once she’s chugged a few Disarano’s. So Ariel was dancing with Hiccup. Nothing to see here folks, they were just dancing. Ariel dropping in the occasional slut drop (because if you can’t be a hoe on Snakebite Sundays then when can you be). But I can already see how this looks and honestly, it was completely normal behaviour. Ariel even sent Rosemary a picture of herself and Hiccup that night. That is how normal this was.
Really quickly, I just want to interrupt part two of this story to tell you that I’ve been nominated for the UK Blog Awards! If you’re enjoying this post, why not head over and vote for me by clicking this link! It will take you ten seconds, and might be my chance to go to a big posh party in London… Now back to part two:
Walkabout kicked us out so we moved on to the late late night venue. And, to be honest, I don’t remember a lot of what happened in there. So part two is lacking in some details. I imagine just a lot more of the same. Everyone super happy. Laughing at nothing. Dancing like absolute fucking weirdos. Drinking as much as we possibly could with the limited funds we had left. I may or may not have had a tantrum because I felt like I was getting left out, but this storytime isn’t about my life (thank god).
So the best night of our lives (aka part two) continued. We got one last dance in when the smoking area closed, and decided to head back to mine. I live closest to town, so this makes sense when you’re considering being thrifty with taxi fares. But once again, all was good. Everyone was happy. We kept drinking. A few people banged their heads trying to climb out my window for a cigarette, but nothing to write home about. I just wish I could insert the pictures and videos of me drunkenly wailing about having the best night. I can write it over and over again, but this was an amazing (drama free) night out.
Hiccup had to get over Rosemary. Our plan had failed in terms of helping him meet a new girl. But we had a small talent pool to choose from in the flat. And this led to some terrible behaviour. It was bedtime and everyone was trying to find somewhere to drop. I have a one bedroom flat, and two sofas.
Well I decided to kick everyone out of the bedroom to let Hiccup and Ariel share it. Literally, at one point I think I had the door held shut. I am partially to blame fore what happened next. But it wasn’t as bad as you think. All they did was kiss. And Ariel felt terrible. Hiccup was straight in there with the ‘no, me and Rosemary aren’t together anymore, you don’t need to feel bad’ boy speech. He obviously wanted to take it further. But Ariel refused.
So they kissed. Big deal right. Well imagine if your best friend kissed your ex boyfriend… I’m sure you wouldn’t take it to well. And you better believe that Rosemary didn’t.