Well, back to earth then.
This weekend was without a doubt the best time I've ever had in Brighton, I couldn't have wanted anything better really. To everyone I met, including those who my memory may have failed me, thanks. Friday night was spent with JohnStitch, Sky, TheQuestion and Heavenandhell, having a very good Thai meal, while being entertained by Sky's drunken menu destroying antics before heading to meet a few more guys for a few drinks and some laughing.
Saturday started pretty quietly, as I was really hungover for some reason. But that quickly faded as what seemed like the entire world descended upon us. Cue many hours drinking, talking, laughing, watching people headbutt lamp posts, having a picnic table die on us in slow motion (Which was able to provide me with a free drink in compensation - You've got to think about these things you know
) more drinking and laughing, a bit of roaring (Most likely) being buffeted by hurricane force winds, lots of people cramming into a tiny bar while waiting to get into the club, and then the club. Where I fear that I moved onto the Gin. Things got pretty hazy from then, vague recollections of doing the octopus on the dance floor, being wowed by JohnStitch's parlour magic, being set a task by Daisy (Of which I failed), singing along to some old school rock with TheQuestion and Mark_Plus_Beer. Afterwards insulting the owners of a local kebab emporium (What do you mean you don't do mild fucking sauce? Is this the dark ages? And why does it taste of Cinnamon instead of fucking dog?) a very windy walk back to the guest house, and then Sunday. Which was really cool, and probably the best way to finish the weekend. Wandering the lanes, getting lost, finding Shakeaway, watching Causy go fucking nuts on a sugar and malt overdose. Then the pub, cramming a lot of hungover people into a medium sized room, some of us being wowed by the appalling food service, me being served with something that wasn't quite lamb, not quite beef. A couple of Brighton weirdos appearing and watching us all from the doorway and then through the window. A time distortion, shitting dicktits and tickle me emo, intricate pulley mechanisms. Slowly our numbers whittled down and some of us went off to a pub quiz hosted by the best man in the world. Then back to Midwinter and Caramel's flat where I was amazed at the lengths they went through to make sure we all had enough Pizza, hummous and dips. A bit of Guitar hero, toneeblair being a comedy hero and then back to the guest house again.
So, in summary, I met some awesome new people, hung out with some of my favourite people, confirmed that I do actually have a bit of a crush on someone, and drunk more than twice my volume in beer. I'll give it about an 8.
Now back to reality, which isn't that bad, go back to work tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to as the training starts properly. But there are a couple of things I have been ignoring for a while, which are going to become too big to ignore within the next week or so, so I guess I'd best get on the case with them.
This weekend was without a doubt the best time I've ever had in Brighton, I couldn't have wanted anything better really. To everyone I met, including those who my memory may have failed me, thanks. Friday night was spent with JohnStitch, Sky, TheQuestion and Heavenandhell, having a very good Thai meal, while being entertained by Sky's drunken menu destroying antics before heading to meet a few more guys for a few drinks and some laughing.
Saturday started pretty quietly, as I was really hungover for some reason. But that quickly faded as what seemed like the entire world descended upon us. Cue many hours drinking, talking, laughing, watching people headbutt lamp posts, having a picnic table die on us in slow motion (Which was able to provide me with a free drink in compensation - You've got to think about these things you know
) more drinking and laughing, a bit of roaring (Most likely) being buffeted by hurricane force winds, lots of people cramming into a tiny bar while waiting to get into the club, and then the club. Where I fear that I moved onto the Gin. Things got pretty hazy from then, vague recollections of doing the octopus on the dance floor, being wowed by JohnStitch's parlour magic, being set a task by Daisy (Of which I failed), singing along to some old school rock with TheQuestion and Mark_Plus_Beer. Afterwards insulting the owners of a local kebab emporium (What do you mean you don't do mild fucking sauce? Is this the dark ages? And why does it taste of Cinnamon instead of fucking dog?) a very windy walk back to the guest house, and then Sunday. Which was really cool, and probably the best way to finish the weekend. Wandering the lanes, getting lost, finding Shakeaway, watching Causy go fucking nuts on a sugar and malt overdose. Then the pub, cramming a lot of hungover people into a medium sized room, some of us being wowed by the appalling food service, me being served with something that wasn't quite lamb, not quite beef. A couple of Brighton weirdos appearing and watching us all from the doorway and then through the window. A time distortion, shitting dicktits and tickle me emo, intricate pulley mechanisms. Slowly our numbers whittled down and some of us went off to a pub quiz hosted by the best man in the world. Then back to Midwinter and Caramel's flat where I was amazed at the lengths they went through to make sure we all had enough Pizza, hummous and dips. A bit of Guitar hero, toneeblair being a comedy hero and then back to the guest house again.
So, in summary, I met some awesome new people, hung out with some of my favourite people, confirmed that I do actually have a bit of a crush on someone, and drunk more than twice my volume in beer. I'll give it about an 8.
Now back to reality, which isn't that bad, go back to work tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to as the training starts properly. But there are a couple of things I have been ignoring for a while, which are going to become too big to ignore within the next week or so, so I guess I'd best get on the case with them.
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BTW, did you post that photo of Tom & myself? I can't believe that I ever appear in a cracking picture.