Cardiff Trip Day 7

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Oh my God, the St David's is amaaaazing. I had a top floor room with a view right across the Bay to Mermaid Quay and the Millennium Centre, enormous bed, big bath, and a bottle of Rosé champagne.

Boy was I feeling that in the morning.

You see, I'd paid for it (by accident, apparently), so I thought I might as well drink it. And it was very pleasant, and it made Mock the Week seem even funnier than it usually is, and after MTW finished I took the last glass out onto the balcony in my pyjamas and raised a toast to Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness, and to Torchwood and Cardiff, and I spoke to someone on MSN but I can't quite remember who and then I fell into bed and slept.

And in the morning I had my first ever hangover. It was sort of a pay-off. I couldn't enjoy breakfast properly because my constitution was a little unsettled, although I could tell that it was excellent, and the sausages are great. Om nom nom will visit again sort of great. The scrambled eggs were beyond me, sadly. Next time I will not drink. Or I'll make someone come with me and help me drink so we can share the hangover.

I spent most of the day and part of the afternoon feeling vulnerable (possibly not just the hangover, as it did last a long time, and feeling queasy and headachey is sadly normal), but I sat by the Shrine for a while and let Ianto nurse me and the amusement at visitors to the Shrine cheer me up, and then made it to my hostel and went to bed for a bit.

By the early evening I was feeling much better and tripped gaily out of the hostel and into town, a very short walk from the Nomads hostel, where I went to KFC for dinner and wandered down to Bute Park to eat it. I sat above the river, in a shady grove of trees, and was enjoying the solitude until a weird guy from Pakistan decided that he wanted to talk to me. Talking about learning languages was fine, but when he got on to asking me if I had a boyfriend (repeatedly, even after I told him I don't date men and that I'm just not dating at the moment because of university) it got a bit weird. I escaped eventually and meandered my way back through town to my hostel, where I did some work on my casestory bigbang and then went to bed.

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[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

Hangovers really suck.

It's always the creepy ones. Why is it never hot girls? I am disappoint.