So i take all day to lose the hangover, and at 3pm we all agree that i will go to the party, but i won't drink.
Around 4pm, there's speculation that i'm really feeling okay, and that maybe i could just take a 6-pack, y'know, just take it easy.
So, at 5pm we all jump on the motorbike and proceed to the bottlestore. Grab a 6-pack and a pack of marlboro's, head to the counter. Then a personality that hasn't spoken up yet just TAKES OVER!!
Next thing, i'm outside starting the bike and I have two 6-packs.
Needless to say, i'm not a wasteful person.
The party went well, fun was had by most if not all. M and i caught up, which is bad because we encourage each others drinking.
So, when we ran out of beer, it was suggested that we go back to my place for reinforcements. Searching the cupboards, we found vodka and rum.
Rum i don't get, i hate rum, why would i have rum?
Needless to say, neither i nor M are wasteful people.
I now have the second hangover of my life, which is proof positive that i am disintergrating.
It is 2pm, sunday afternoon. There is no need to do anything.
Earthquakes: 1 ( only a wee rumble)
Spiders: 2 (only those cute little monkey-spiders which i am quite fond of, they're not really called monkey-spiders, they just kinda look like monkeys when you get up close, which is not something i normally do trust me).
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see benni's journal entry about the wedding, it's a true horror story. Although i must admit, uncle dave is pretty funny, y'know, like watching an alan alda film kinda funny. funny painful, not so much ha-ha.
also, spend time admiring her tattoo's.
pirates are so baddass
Around 4pm, there's speculation that i'm really feeling okay, and that maybe i could just take a 6-pack, y'know, just take it easy.
So, at 5pm we all jump on the motorbike and proceed to the bottlestore. Grab a 6-pack and a pack of marlboro's, head to the counter. Then a personality that hasn't spoken up yet just TAKES OVER!!
Next thing, i'm outside starting the bike and I have two 6-packs.
Needless to say, i'm not a wasteful person.
The party went well, fun was had by most if not all. M and i caught up, which is bad because we encourage each others drinking.
So, when we ran out of beer, it was suggested that we go back to my place for reinforcements. Searching the cupboards, we found vodka and rum.
Rum i don't get, i hate rum, why would i have rum?
Needless to say, neither i nor M are wasteful people.
I now have the second hangover of my life, which is proof positive that i am disintergrating.
It is 2pm, sunday afternoon. There is no need to do anything.
Earthquakes: 1 ( only a wee rumble)
Spiders: 2 (only those cute little monkey-spiders which i am quite fond of, they're not really called monkey-spiders, they just kinda look like monkeys when you get up close, which is not something i normally do trust me).
---
see benni's journal entry about the wedding, it's a true horror story. Although i must admit, uncle dave is pretty funny, y'know, like watching an alan alda film kinda funny. funny painful, not so much ha-ha.
also, spend time admiring her tattoo's.
pirates are so baddass