Crazy times in Manchester I'm telling you!

Short update:
I have been ill two times already, though both time it lasted only a couple of days thankfully. Me and my American friend Sarah from Cali went out to an indie club called 42nd street some time ago. It was a blast. I kissed two guys. I went on a date with one of them, it was nice but nothing more. So as usual Fleur is not going to go out with him again. No! Don't try to convince me, I've already given it too much thought!
And then there was last friday. Me and Sara were going out again. As usual, we were drinking before hand. Obviously the student way because it is a lot cheaper than drinking at a club. Though we were going to the BOP, where drinks are a lot cheaper. That is because it is this club kind of night at the bar of Owens Park (Halls of residence).
So in the afternoon we had bought a bottle of Vodka, some orange juice and some peach juice to mix our own drinks (oh god I still feel sick when I think of it).
In the evening I went over to Sarah's flat. A friend of her's was there as well. He was also American but currently studying in Leeds(see post earlier). We mixed ourself some drinks, quite strong but tasting very much just like OJ mixed with peach juice. And so Fleur drank a more than reasonable amount of vodka before we set off to Owens Park.
There we went up to someone else's flat to leave our coats and bags there. I must admit that at that point I was already a little bit drunk, but nothing serious.
The moment we arrived at the BOP however, the alcohol really hit me.
I could try and tell you what happened but the story would just consist of some inconsistent moments in time. I was really out of it. But according to Sara, at least I was smiling all of the time.
At some point this other American guy, Dave, whom I hardly even knew, decided it was time to get me home safe. Sara went to get my stuff, apparently, because I don't remember. (Pleas note, that I am laughing my ass off right now, so don't read this and go all like 'Oh no Fleur, that sounds serious.' rather be like 'Oh fleur, you're 23 and you get yourself in situations like this? Ha ha!').
I also don't remember how we got home. I just remember being in the kitchen all of a sudden and Sara handing me a glass of water.
Sara and Dave were leaving and asked if I was going to be alright. I can remember nodding my head. I can also remember closing the door behind them but not being able to get my key out of the lock. 'Oh well, somebody else will get it out for me.' Next thing I remember standing in the upstairs hallway with the rest of my flatmates. One of them carrying a camera. They were asking me questions, but I couldn't answer them.
Later Sara told me that when we arrived at my house, where we got on the bus and by foot, I wouldn't let her or Dave handle the key. I was going to open the door myself, which obviously did not go very fast.
Inside, after leaving my key in the lock, I apparently went upstairs but couldn't get into my own room because I had locked it. So I went downstairs again still not succeeding in getting my key out. One of my flatmates saw me, but didn't know whether I wanted to go inside or outside. She helped me get my key and asked me a couple of questions about me being in such a state. I couldn't answer them. Apparently when she later asked me the same questions again upstairs, when I thought I couldn't answer them, I did answer them.
Next thing I remember cleaning up my floor, where I apparently had thrown up on. Earlier at the BOP I had also thrown up already.
Saturday morning I didn't wake up with a hangover. I woke up with a migraine. So I spent the rest of the day in bed making the occasional trip down to the bathroom.
I can't help it, I don't know why I suddenly find myself drinking like I am 18 again. It's just the student life over here I guess. It's so different. And the clubs are much nicer over here. Though the BOP really isn't that nice at all, the music is kind lame, but that's why you need a few drinks to go there.
'Yeah, a few drinks Fleur. Oh well, we love you anyway!'
'I love me too!'
p.s. I study too, no joke, really it's not all about partying!
p.s.p.s. Look close at the picture to see the stamp...