I'm fooked
Had a surprise BBQ thrown for my birthday yesterday, it's all good. Birthday isn't til thursday either, haha!

Stayed in friday night, as I was working saturday, so needed to get some kip.
Saturday, after I worked, went home and started on a bottle of wine, a reward for myself. Then went for a quick pint for a friends birthday, then off to a mates house, to prepare for a night out. There, we had roughly a triple shot of sambuca each, then I think we left. I say think, because I have no memory of the night. Little flashes of memory is it. Not fun.

Sunday, woke up at my friends house, she sent me away, so she could start getting things sorted (I knew something was happening, just didn't know what it would be). Went for a pint, then got called back to the house, where I was presented with a beer and the promise of several more. This was at about 3. Drank non stop until about 10, when I passed out. Was then woken a little while later, and taken home. Fooking great day though!

Worst injury would have to be my broken foot. I wasn't drunk, but drinking the night before had made me sleep in!
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 17 May 2010, 9:05, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I can't drink until I pass out any more.
This is definitely a good thing. However we got drunk enough to think that walking four miles across fields in the dark was a good idea, including a paddle in a bloody freezing stream at 3am. Nice sunrise with crisps by the reservoir though.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 17 May 2010, 9:22, Reply)