Saturday night: OK. Sunday: gone.
Around age 16, I was knocking about regularly with a mate i'd known for a while. His parents were the easy going type so we'd often hang around the local area getting into the usual mischief and roll back to his for the night. This happened often enough that I knew his family well and it wasn't unusual for them to find a hungover greencloud joining them for breakfast.

They had planned a barbeque party for the sitsers 16th and naturally I was more than welcome. I prepared by pinching a handful of temazepam from my grandma's bottle.

I don't recall much detail of the night but only really because not much happened. I got to play tonsil hockey with the birthday girl for a while but the two pills i'd taken early weren't having much effect beyond the booze also consumed. I rummaged in my pockets and necked another 4 or 5.

I lasted until the end of the party at about 2am and took my usual roost on the sofa. Rather than waking early-ish and making my way home to my own bed like normal, I sat up, saw the younger siblings and promptly went back to sleep. Upright in the corner of the sofa. This set a pattern that continued until around tea time, brief glimpses of consciousness that afforded me sights of a family sunday lunch, various extended family bringing presents etc.

It seemed that each time I opened my eyes the room had different occupants and the clock had leapt forward.

I should probably add that I have always snored quite badly, and akin to a freight train after drinking.

Sorry I slept through your actual birthday Victoria, I hope you learned to kiss better in your later teens.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Wed 30 Mar 2011, 20:48, Reply)