I decided to venture out on Wednesday night (student night) as it felt like I had not been socialising for weeks. Obviously, this wasn't the case however, but days of not drinking can feel more like weeks at University.
It was an eventful night in all fairness. However, a certain bar in the city centre decided upon a competition where you put your name on to a list at the chance of winning a one hundred pound bar tab. So I thought "why not I doubt i will win it," how wrong could I have been. I received a voice mail from this certain bar saying " Hi Emma if you had answered your phone you would have won a hundred pound bar tab" if that wasn't bad enough he then finalised by saying "i would be gutted mate,"- gutted! gutted is not the word I would have used at that point in time. To cap it off he called me "mate." I've never even met the guy! A serious pet hate of mine! Bad times! I feel this competition is a total con as they know not many people will answer their phone, as like myself, I never heard it ring seen as though I was in a LOUD club.
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