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Happy New Year! =D
I am sure I damaged myself with my party indulgences. Adam said I am like that brain that was left in that oven in that film and lost its 9. =p
I vaguely remember dancing to some odd remix collection of INXS songs and some extremely shirtless gym rat chap looking terribly like Fimmel (or was it all the martini?) asking me if I'd like to step out? X|
If you would really like to know one of marriages down sides there you have it.
The strike sort of made getting about a mess but to be honest I really did not mind as Michael's flat was in walking distance to all three parties we were attending. The last of which was supposed to be the best of the three but it turned out to the slowest instead so we escaped back to the second just in time for midnight!
And, I woke up WITH my shirt. =D (I tend to lose it during these binges.) But as predicted, I did also wake up in some odd pile with Michael in his bed. There is also a mysterious note in my own hand writing which says:
Remember the left face!
Surely I was trying to tell myself something. Maybe I am a Chinese spy! We spent the next day drinking tequila shopping! Then a few clubs later we discovered ourselves in another party where I met up with this pain in the bum I used to work with several years ago? He pretended to remember Michael and not me which was very much his catty little annoying style? =p Not to be outdone I pretended right back and then said, Oh! Goodness, it IS you. You look quite different. Have you gained weight or has a bit of surgery gone wrong?
I honestly thought he was going to jump on top of me and try to murder me with his cheap knock off Prada belt. However! The joke was apparently on me as he was with this bloke that he thought for some reason I had coveted at some point? When it was quite obvious either he nor I knew anything about each other my catty little mate was very crushed and flustered. He asked me about my 'Imaginary Husband' and I asked him about his 'Very Real Crabs' and then Michael and Catty's boyfriend had to step between us because then I was ready to choke him with his ugly belt. =p
Michael suggested that we leave after he had spotted over 2 exes in the crowd and we were also, by that time, quite pissed, so we went dancing until we were kicked out onto the streets. We went back to his flat, drank even more and watched some odd film about this man who wants to erase his ex-love from his mind? I do not recommend that confusing film when you've been at the bottle all day!
I slept in a bit and then made some breakfast for Michael who took one look at it before he dashed tragically to the bathroom. XD As Michael says, It is penance! I somehow avoided penance this year but I did have quite a throbbing headache all the while on the drive home.
It was very fun but it is nice to be home! Even though its a horrid mess. =p I think if Adam is ever left on his own completely he will turn into one of those odd animal hoarders that keep stacks of newspapers all over the place and boxes and boxes of rubbish up to the rafters. At least Saint Charles does the dishes and picks up a bit after himself!!!
*examines those morning after 'How and where on Earth did I do that?' party bruises*
Do you like my new icons? I made them myself. =p
I am sure I damaged myself with my party indulgences. Adam said I am like that brain that was left in that oven in that film and lost its 9. =p
I vaguely remember dancing to some odd remix collection of INXS songs and some extremely shirtless gym rat chap looking terribly like Fimmel (or was it all the martini?) asking me if I'd like to step out? X|
If you would really like to know one of marriages down sides there you have it.
The strike sort of made getting about a mess but to be honest I really did not mind as Michael's flat was in walking distance to all three parties we were attending. The last of which was supposed to be the best of the three but it turned out to the slowest instead so we escaped back to the second just in time for midnight!
And, I woke up WITH my shirt. =D (I tend to lose it during these binges.) But as predicted, I did also wake up in some odd pile with Michael in his bed. There is also a mysterious note in my own hand writing which says:
Remember the left face!
Surely I was trying to tell myself something. Maybe I am a Chinese spy! We spent the next day drinking tequila shopping! Then a few clubs later we discovered ourselves in another party where I met up with this pain in the bum I used to work with several years ago? He pretended to remember Michael and not me which was very much his catty little annoying style? =p Not to be outdone I pretended right back and then said, Oh! Goodness, it IS you. You look quite different. Have you gained weight or has a bit of surgery gone wrong?
I honestly thought he was going to jump on top of me and try to murder me with his cheap knock off Prada belt. However! The joke was apparently on me as he was with this bloke that he thought for some reason I had coveted at some point? When it was quite obvious either he nor I knew anything about each other my catty little mate was very crushed and flustered. He asked me about my 'Imaginary Husband' and I asked him about his 'Very Real Crabs' and then Michael and Catty's boyfriend had to step between us because then I was ready to choke him with his ugly belt. =p
Michael suggested that we leave after he had spotted over 2 exes in the crowd and we were also, by that time, quite pissed, so we went dancing until we were kicked out onto the streets. We went back to his flat, drank even more and watched some odd film about this man who wants to erase his ex-love from his mind? I do not recommend that confusing film when you've been at the bottle all day!
I slept in a bit and then made some breakfast for Michael who took one look at it before he dashed tragically to the bathroom. XD As Michael says, It is penance! I somehow avoided penance this year but I did have quite a throbbing headache all the while on the drive home.
It was very fun but it is nice to be home! Even though its a horrid mess. =p I think if Adam is ever left on his own completely he will turn into one of those odd animal hoarders that keep stacks of newspapers all over the place and boxes and boxes of rubbish up to the rafters. At least Saint Charles does the dishes and picks up a bit after himself!!!
*examines those morning after 'How and where on Earth did I do that?' party bruises*
Do you like my new icons? I made them myself. =p