Now it has come to my attention recently, well not really recently, that alcohol is awesome! Also that I, very occasionally, can be awesome with alcohol.
Now I am 22, and I have grown up in Teesside, of course I like a drink, or 7. Its in our blood, literally! Also this isn't the first time I have told brilliant stories, such as this, about my drunken escapades on this blog!
However to prove this further , I recently, whilst spectacularly drunk, solved the problem that has been a constant theme throughout this blog, and for those that know me, throughout my life in the last year. I got a job!
Yes all those sticking in CVs, writing cover letters and recieving rejection emails didn't work for me! I simply got smashed and chatted to a mate.
So there is a story to tell it seems, so here goes.
It started out as a Tuesday, I had gone into to Middlesbrough to be productive and drop CVs at various retail outlets. Along the way, and it seems to becoming slightly more common a sight in town, I saw a man knocked off his bike and threatened, and two lads booting off and trying to fight.
This was all a little stressful (or thats how I justified it to myself) so I was in need of that liquid refreshment that only the wondeful Southfield (in all its glory, how I have missed that place) pub could offer me! So after dropping into university to get some free stuff, I nipped in to my safe haven. Now after having one pint, I was enjoying the time to reflect on my own so I decided to get another. I was only a few sips in and I saw my mate Ste walk in.
He convinced me to go out on the night, and to cut a long story short and I didn't leave the Southfield untl about 11pm to head over to Mixtape. After walking into Mixtape, having acquired some more friends and going on a minor scouting mission, I hit the vodka. Then there is a gap and I am chatting to my friend Emily for about an hour on the phone while walking back to Ste's.
I wake up the next day, and amongst revelations of me chatting to two blokes who I still don't know the identity of, walking off on my own more than once, and making a shark like move across the dancefloor, to find a text in my phone saying 'Send Aaron a CV!'
I must admit I had no idea why this was there, but I chased it up anyway, knowing that my mate Aaron was there the night before and has his own internet company.
Well it was for him, and I had spent sometime in my state chatting myself into a job.
Now I don't know what was said, I can't remember it happening, and frankly I don't care! I have a job!
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So it just goes to show, alcohol can set things up that even the soberist people couldn't dream of. Drink more and be better for it I say!