Had a fabulous weekend at Bournemouth, was drunk for 90% of the time mainly courtesy of coke and vodka.
Me and my friends went to the pride festival and went on top of a double decker bus which went through the city whist we went crazy waving at crowds of people and blowing them kisses. Met up with some more peeps who had alcohol with them and we were mixing things here and there and within about 30 minutes I was well and truly pissed, felt like a right tart and my outfit wasn't exactly modest either.
Late that evening there was a street party were it was basically a monsoon of techno music and gay boys. On stage performing included 2 Shoes (X Factor 2011) and Jessica Wright from TOWIE who I waved at and she waved back at me.

I got talking to a load of random gay people and was hugging them constantly, a 34 year old bloke managed to pull me and I was sitting on his lap talking a load of random drunken toss about wanting to live in a windmill because I find spiral staircases sexy. He was only interested in putting his hand down my shorts so I said I had to go find one of my friends and I'd tel him that I'd return but I never did. I'm so gutted that I can still remember that whole incident, as if I got it off with an old guy.
Went into a nightclub and did a bit of pole dancing (

) which put me in the spotlight, nothing slutty there was just a pole in the center of the room so being drunk and being myself there was no way I couldn't take advantage of it.

I went into another nightclub an hour later but didn't hang about for too long before going outside and making conversations with complete randomers and hugging them. It was then I got involved with another guy who I thought was attractive at the time but I stopped drinking for the night and he and his ,ate came back to my friends house where we were all staying.
When we got back this guy was really into me, I was still drunk but sober enough to realise he wasn't as attractive as I initially thought, he took me up to one of the bedrooms upstairs and I said I'd go to the bathroom to sort my hair out, by the time I got back into the bedroom he had taken all his clothes off and was laying with the covers over him. I was already feeling very un-aroused but didn't want to make an idiot of myself so I sat next to him on the bed and he tried pulling my clothes off, I was being very resistant but he wasn't going to give up so I just decided to tell him that I have HIV. That put him right off, and so he went downstairs and watched TV with my mates, I went down shorty afterwards, we didn't talk and it was uber awkward.
But yeah, awesome weekend. Loads of horrible drunken pictures of me on FB right now.