Last night turned out to be a disaster of sorts. Me, Gary & Adam got dressed up as Mia Wallace, Fidel Castro & Alex DeLarge. We looked good & I adored my fake bloody nose (probably the closest I'll get to ever having one). We got to Red's and it was a bit dead for a while so we knocked back the shots. When it picked up I went to the DJ and asked if they'd play a song from Pulp Fiction for me & low and behold about 30 mins later Son of a preacher man came on with this "This is especially for miss mia wallace" :) I went straight to dance and a random zombie boy came over took my hand and bowed saying "aaah Miss Mia" then spun me around. It was lovely. Anyway after more dancing and pictures (one of me with a £10 note shoved up my nose and more blood pouring down my face looking smacked out my face)I went for a cig, looked in my bag only to notice the camera gone. It killed the night, no one handed it in and I am devastated. Woke up this afternoon w/ a hangover, feeling numb and sick, missed my class, spent £20 I didn't have to spend and I look like I've been beaten up. The blood has stained & there is a circular bruise where I kept trying to get the 'needle' to stick. Oh yeah & the prick who decided the competion said I was a shoe-in to get £50 then gave it to some fat chick in a dress splashed with blood...I'm not pissed she won, I'm pissed that he said that. I'd rather have low expectations and then I can never be dissapointed.