teddydog

I went to a house party last night, lots of fun but I'm so hungover now. My legs are covered in bruiese that I don't remember getting too! The party was great fun though, they had a stobe and a lap top attached to a PA so we could que the songs we wanted on, great idea. I got a glass bottle thrown at me though, not so good.

I'd climbed out of the bathroom window and onto a bit of the roof where a few of my friends were sitting having a smoke. I took the spliff and had a few tokes when this bottle just flew from some cunt on the ground. It hit me pretty hard in the chest and winded me, but didn't smash so no real damage done. I was so angry with the guy who threw it though, it could have gone so much worse. I don't think anyone was in a fit enough state to drive to A&E if it had smashed on me.

The guy who threw it already doesn't like me very much. He has good reason too, at another house party a while ago I put his phone in the microwave for a few seconds. He'd been bitching and moaning all night about some girl who kept texting him so I said "do you want me to microwave it?" I was joking and a bit wasted, so when he said yeah I actually did it. He wasn't happy, and I do regret that a little bit. Last night he didn't mean to hit anyone with the bottle but when Ben told him it has hit me his response was "Ah well, at least it was her". Bastard.

The rest of the night was pretty good though, I had great fun dancing to some old Rockabilly with Callie and meeting some new people. I don't remember any of thier names now though. Today I'm having a lazy hungover saturday, it'd be nicer if I didn't feel like shite.