The weekend that wasn't (in my memory)

Well the title says it all really it all started so innocently.Friday night off to work for the first time in two weeks after a shite coughing flu, the night went well finished at 5am bumped into a mate who suggested a wee tipple in a 24hr snooker club (wee tipple,yeah right).All of a sudden I realised the time,midday DOH!
Then it was off too the Toast Festival on the bus which is where it all starts gettin fuzzy,so if anyone found bits of a memory please contact me.However the bits i do have are like blipverts containing Champagne,snogging good friends,odd phone calls,and dodgyness back stage.
Another look at clock and Doh yet again its 7:30pm time to go to work again which was at the Type night (in my mind one of the best monthlys in london) saw Loco Dice play an awesome set before Seb Fontaine rocked it also.
Now it's 6am and its off to fabric to see the end of Carl Craig and visit some friends,who in turn suggest goin out after Mr craig and yours truly stupidly,stupidly agreed to (I need help).
Now we find ourselves in a disused underground toilet next to Spittlefields called Public Life, wearing silly hats listen to the legendary Mr C playin.Written down this sounds preposterous,toilet,sunday morn,Mr C go figure.Anyhow it was good,really good in fact.
Now you may think thats quite a weekend full but alas no,it was a short stroll round to the Big Chill bar for some Bloody Marys and a regroup before heading to Secret Sundaze.Upon arrival there was a massive cue which I found extremely daunting,but somehow thanks to the powers that be we just floated past it all and in the front door without handing over any silver,don't ask me why as it's startin to go hazy about here,so if anyone in that cue found any more bits of memory do the right thing,ta.
Any of you who have been to Secret Sundaze will know all about it but to those of you who haven't been (me included till Sunday gone) It's all good outdoors phat tunes and a lovely party feel.
Whilst at the bar the rest of my memory fell out as the next thing I know I'm being woken up by a train driver to inform me to get off the train as it's the last one and I' m in Cockfosters.
WHAT Cockfosters apparently I had left liverpool st at 8ish,oh shit,then upon staggering out of the tube I got on a bus to discover i had no credit on my oyster card but luckily I had some coins.
Next thing I'm being woken up again this time at High Barnet can it get any worse,well yes as it happens because it is now I realise that I'm pennyless and have sat on my money card breaking it into lot's of pieces and it's Midnight in High barnet and I live in South London.So on the blag I went and found someone to give me they're travelcard,thank fuck.
After waiting an hour a bus finally came that got me home by 2am.
Phew
When will I ever learn.

P.S if any of you saw me on the weekend and I did something good or bad I would love to know as I have no recollection,ta.