Sixteen straight hours...

Ah, first term exams end - and we head off to The Turf Tavern, an MBA favourite (apparently it is several hundred years old, with the foundations of the building dating to the 14th century). It's 11 AM and still early, so I start with a couple of glasses of mulled wine. Some lunch at The King's Arms later, we head back to the Turf for some afternoon whisky, until they kick us out for a private party at 4.



Back to The King's Arms, then, and some more whisky. And then some more. And more. Anyways, before we know it, it's 9 PM, so we all head out towards The Jericho Tavern for some more whisky (to be honest, I was perhaps the only one downing whisky). Finally, at around midnight, we say goodbye to the Jericho Tavern and head off towards High Street and Escape, a bar/nightclub. Some 40-50 of us (who the heck was sober enough for a head count?) descend on the dance floor, prompting access to an entire floor for us. Whisky again, and then switch-over to Vodka-Red Bulls. We dance (well, some did - I just shook my body) until 3 AM, before deciding to call it a night. By the time I get home it is 3.30 AM. A full sixteen hours of drinking, which, when you're not sixteen any more, can be a lot.

Wild day? You can say that again.




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