few days before our first term at University started. It was our first night at
the SU, and we both bonded over a Cider & Black, the fact that we were from
Oxford and were both studying history (being the deal breakers).
Three years on and still best friends, we decided
that we needed to take a trip back to Frenchay Last Orders, which brings back
blurry images of us being over-excited drunken freshers. We dragged a few
friends along, drank a lot of cheap vodka and even bumped into a few familiar
faces. Familiar faces including some of those you want to duck from, if you
know what we mean, and we even bumped into the SU Pres (this time Sarah refrained from eating his face).
Being the first and last trip to the SU this term,
we forgot just how cheap and fun it can be. We have vowed to go again, pull a
fresher and get back into the Student Village. These two vows take form as
other goals on our University bucket list, and therefore must and will happen.
All in all, another banter-filled drunken night, which ended in a long teary bus journey home, pillow-talk, spooning and eating fresh baguettes in bed.
Another great student union night out to add to the
collection of drunken memories, and yet another drunken toilet selfie:
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