the river of beer was hard to cross.
the morning cast alight the dreadful and comfortable crisp 'n' peanut carpet installed the night before. the walls were creased pages of scribbled verses of confession and bad humour. the kitchen.. think withnail and i, but on heroin.
and i forgot the batteries for my fucking camera!
the first party ran from 8 til 11.30. emma, holly, katie, hassan, anthony, me, anna, luke, some other girl. all bar anna luke and i are straight laced booze only matching shoes and hair types. but nice people, bought me cigarettes and sweets. they left early because of work in the morning, leaving anna, luke, and myself. can't say i was too bothered. nicole and her boyfriend pete came over at about 12, and we already had the afterparty party prepared. 5 portions of mushroom goodness on a plate. pete refused the offer. good on him, but really. he sat looking pissed off on a leather chair while nicole, anna, luke and i were on the bed coming up. i felt bad and did apologise when he left, but he did know what we had planned before him and nicole got there, and he must have known what it would have been like with the rest of the party on hallucinogens. boring, unless you're just bonkers.
i got severe giggles and laughed at my dilated eyes and doll-like expression in the mirror for a while and came in and sang 'the river of beer was hard to cross' after being confronted by a large spillage on the floor, and i just collapsed into fits of rapture for a couple of hours until the stairway incident. we were sat at the top of the stairs that led to the front door. all our mini dementias came to a head and started some incoherent civil war of words and pointing. then luke tried to scare us by becoming a hand and i became the conspiracy theorist, anna was and remained mush, and nicole was just scared. then i began tripping. i thought pete was taking pictures and someone was walking around in the front room. then things began to have that trail effect and everything was small and detailed. then i had a 20 minute patch of introspection, then we watched the pj's. which was all red. more happened. in the morning i sat on the bed playing guitar and felt like a god. it was so clear and rhythmic and they drowned me in praise and then i fell asleep. shame you couldn't come phil. nevermind. vive le vacuum cleaner.
and i forgot the batteries for my fucking camera!
the first party ran from 8 til 11.30. emma, holly, katie, hassan, anthony, me, anna, luke, some other girl. all bar anna luke and i are straight laced booze only matching shoes and hair types. but nice people, bought me cigarettes and sweets. they left early because of work in the morning, leaving anna, luke, and myself. can't say i was too bothered. nicole and her boyfriend pete came over at about 12, and we already had the afterparty party prepared. 5 portions of mushroom goodness on a plate. pete refused the offer. good on him, but really. he sat looking pissed off on a leather chair while nicole, anna, luke and i were on the bed coming up. i felt bad and did apologise when he left, but he did know what we had planned before him and nicole got there, and he must have known what it would have been like with the rest of the party on hallucinogens. boring, unless you're just bonkers.
i got severe giggles and laughed at my dilated eyes and doll-like expression in the mirror for a while and came in and sang 'the river of beer was hard to cross' after being confronted by a large spillage on the floor, and i just collapsed into fits of rapture for a couple of hours until the stairway incident. we were sat at the top of the stairs that led to the front door. all our mini dementias came to a head and started some incoherent civil war of words and pointing. then luke tried to scare us by becoming a hand and i became the conspiracy theorist, anna was and remained mush, and nicole was just scared. then i began tripping. i thought pete was taking pictures and someone was walking around in the front room. then things began to have that trail effect and everything was small and detailed. then i had a 20 minute patch of introspection, then we watched the pj's. which was all red. more happened. in the morning i sat on the bed playing guitar and felt like a god. it was so clear and rhythmic and they drowned me in praise and then i fell asleep. shame you couldn't come phil. nevermind. vive le vacuum cleaner.