Ah, Debauchery.
Sep. 10th, 2005 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seethingheathenFriday night/Saturday morning, about half twelve, Patrick rang me and asked me if I wanted to go round to his because he was having a party.
Patrick and I decided to see who could drink the fastest. Round One: Sonsy. Round Two: Sonsy. Don't fuck with me. I can do a fresh pint of Guinness in 8-9 seconds.
Michaela (Patrick's girlfriend) mixed him a Drink of All Contents Found in The Liquor Cabinet. Patrick promptly downs half of said drink and nearly has to go to hospital due to alcohol poisoning. Party ends.
Tina (another mate) starts telling Michaela to give Patrick some water and some bread, and Michaela tells her to fuck off. Fight ensues.
I ended up leaving with Sam and his wife, Alex. We went back to theirs and proceeded to have a grand old time sans clothing. I was ratarsed. Sam has a teeny weeny, just for future reference. Heh.
I woke up at about 2.00 Saturday affy, and went to the loo. Look what I found in the mirror:
Haven't had one of those in ages, so I figured I'd be nice and share. I'm good like that. Now I have to find a way to get it off, because: 1) I think bites are horribly tacky, and if I'd had my wits about me, this would never have happened, and 2) I have a job interview Monday morning at 10.00.
Now I think I'm going to bed.
Patrick and I decided to see who could drink the fastest. Round One: Sonsy. Round Two: Sonsy. Don't fuck with me. I can do a fresh pint of Guinness in 8-9 seconds.
Michaela (Patrick's girlfriend) mixed him a Drink of All Contents Found in The Liquor Cabinet. Patrick promptly downs half of said drink and nearly has to go to hospital due to alcohol poisoning. Party ends.
Tina (another mate) starts telling Michaela to give Patrick some water and some bread, and Michaela tells her to fuck off. Fight ensues.
I ended up leaving with Sam and his wife, Alex. We went back to theirs and proceeded to have a grand old time sans clothing. I was ratarsed. Sam has a teeny weeny, just for future reference. Heh.
I woke up at about 2.00 Saturday affy, and went to the loo. Look what I found in the mirror:
Haven't had one of those in ages, so I figured I'd be nice and share. I'm good like that. Now I have to find a way to get it off, because: 1) I think bites are horribly tacky, and if I'd had my wits about me, this would never have happened, and 2) I have a job interview Monday morning at 10.00.
Now I think I'm going to bed.
