creamygoodness

Well, it's certainly been an interesting week, that's for sure. I suppose I should make some kind of perfunctory effort to chronicle events. It started off on wednesday when I decided to trek down to Woking to hang out with Sinope. I can only wonder as to what prompted me to such events, possibly some kind of head injury. Regardless, an enjoyable time was had, we spent far too long sat in a pub chattering about nothing, being ridiculously obscene and hating Maureen Lipman from close distances. It was good times.

Thursday I ended up at The Ship with JohnStitch, TheQuestion, Mark_Plus_Beer and... uhhh.... ummm.... fuck, I'm sure there was someone else, but the time since then has been packed with incident and my ludicrously shitty memory once more intervenes. Aah well, that's what you get. Fuckers. We prepared ourselves for the upcoming weekend of frivolities whilst I sulked inwardly that I was going to miss the beginning thanks to not being able to get off work saturday.

Still, right after work saturday I dashed straight on down to sunny/cold/windy/snowy/haily/rainy/bright/sunny again Brighton (GodDAMN the weather was schizophrenic) and made shockingly good time, rolling into the pub around 7 to discover we'd pretty much taken it over. Well, what else should I have expected? The next few hours were spent drinking, engaging in revelry and meeting and chatting to people both old and new alike. Notice that at no point in that list does it mention 'getting something to eat'. This will become relevant later on.

Regardless, everyone seemed unanimously lovely, I couldn't possibly list everyone as there were far too many of us, but props to all the new people who turned up and made this their first SGUK event, as I remember saying to Rael, it certainly can't be an easy prospect turning up for the first time to this gibbering horde of Internet pervs. Also, it was lovely to finally have a chance to meet Cherry's fella for the first time (for reasons those involved are perfectly aware of ) before she moves away to Canada, she and her magic camera will be sorely missed.

Then we moved onto the club for a night of Classic Rock. Awesome I thought, this was the soundtrack to my childhood as I'm sure I told many a person. However, this is where it all started to go a bit wrong. It would seem that in my eagerness to catch up to everyone who'd already been drinking since 1, I may have been going a little too quickly. My memory gets a bit shaky from here, there are vague memories of air guitar, Meat Loaf, scaring people, shouting nonsense, somehow fucking my knee right up by continuing to dance badly on it, hell, just bad dancing in general. Good grief I'm sure it can't have been pretty. A look back through my camera later revealed many pictures of me with my arm around someone trying desperately to focus on the camera. Oh well, whoops.

In another example of fine decision-making, myself and Caramel ended up staggering back to her and Midwinter's abode to join Team Floor through the pissing rain and howling wind. It was really quite unpleasant, why we didn't take a taxi I have no idea. Either way we made it back alive and I collapsed on the floor into my sleeping bag. Unfortuantely I hadn't thought to find some sort of pillow so woke up and ended up cuddling up next to toneeblair in an effort to share the beanbag (at least, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).

The next day we eventually hauled ourselves up into unwelcome consciousness and immediately started playing videogames. I have a distinct memory of playing Guitar Hero against monstrooper in my underpants in front of the wide-open living room windows. This may have been a mistake. Regardless, soon after we hauled our sorry carcasses to the pub to meet up with some of the survivors from the previous night. Laughs were had, in-jokes were spawned (I think there's a time distortion in the room) and, sadly, more and mroe people bled off to stagger home. After a very kind offer of further accomodation, I decided to stay an extra night and we ambled off in search of adventure. We eventually settled on a nearby pub quiz and proceeded to rack up a respectable 4th-place under the most amazingly organised, acerbic and slightly bitter quiz-master ever. I wish I'd kept the scarily professional scoring sheets with his e-mail address on them. All Hail Dave the Quizmaster.

After that it was back to Midwinter and Caramel's for more videogames, drinking, and truly incomprehensible amounts of pizza and pitta bread. I can only assume their oven is made of magic, it is the only rational explanation. I managed to sleep a little better that night, thanks to actually acquiring a cushion to rest my weary head on. The rest of the weekend wasn't that interesting, a lovely fry-up followed by the trudge home. You know how these things go, they end with a whimper rather than a bang. All in all, a thoroughly awesome weekend, and it is at this point I must draw further attention to the utter lovlieness of Midwinter and Caramel for their sheer good sportitude concerning the whole affair. Muchos gracias guys. Now I'm off to catch up on teh rest of that missed sleep.