Big, pink and waterproof
Drinking!
Ummm, I fell in some booze over the weekend.
As part of my rehabilitation process I have been venturing out to GAYBARS. GAYBARS are scary.
Last week I went to Velvet - womens dancy thing where I remembered I was frightened of Lesbians and drank lots of cheap beer.
Friday night I went to Fur Burger. I arrived full of bloody mary's with my posse, I then lost my posse, drank more beer found a whole bunch of other friends and remembered I was scared of lesbians. (are you seeing a recurring theme?)
I have a memory of around 2am when the club finished yelling " My mum says run away from gaybars!" and legging it up a very steep hill straight to the door of CC Blooms. CC's is, for my Welli buddies, the Bojangles of Edinburgh, catchment point for all that is drunk and gay at 3am.
So, bit of podium dancing there, then I was suddenly at a party in Leith (or somewhere) drunkenly talking about Catholicism and destroying an oven and pedal bin in a kitchen samba session.
Thats all well and good, but I got home at 4.30-5ish and the next day I had to lead the drummers get fit session at 2, and go camping!
Camping!
The camping session was in aid of Cutter and Demo's 30th, so a load of drummers and affiliates headed out to Tyninghame to make lots of noise and eat burnt things. It was fucking great. I even went and brought the biggest gayest pinkest tent I could just for the occasion. So pretty - will post pics when available.
So yeah, more drinking and smoking of stuff with ace drumming and one of the most amusing beatboxing sessions in a while(cypher samba?)
And, in the morning me and my hangover got to walk along a nearly deserted beach in slightly warm sunshine smelling like campfire.
Drinking!
Post camping we all headed back into town for drumming rehersal in which I felt very very oogy. So, I drank more beer.
My entire being was hungover. I think, I may stop drinking for a bit. Like, a year maybe...
In other non-drunk news: I had my first appointment with a personal trainer yesterday and it was great! Hes a cage fighter. Ouch. But he's lovely and re-sets his own nose so isn't scary looking. He also knows capoeira (its one of the systems that cage fighting builds on strangely enough) so he totally gets what I need. After all the testing and stuff we have discovered I'm strong and efficient, but I'm slow and need more lung capacity. So, I'm doing lots of cardio sprints etc (oh god) and plyometric stuff with a weird half bouncy ball to get my knees stable and speed me up. Yay!! That was 20 quid well spent.
Now, I'm home with a hangover induced cold and trying to finish an essay. My bad *sigh*
Ummm, I fell in some booze over the weekend.
As part of my rehabilitation process I have been venturing out to GAYBARS. GAYBARS are scary.
Last week I went to Velvet - womens dancy thing where I remembered I was frightened of Lesbians and drank lots of cheap beer.
Friday night I went to Fur Burger. I arrived full of bloody mary's with my posse, I then lost my posse, drank more beer found a whole bunch of other friends and remembered I was scared of lesbians. (are you seeing a recurring theme?)
I have a memory of around 2am when the club finished yelling " My mum says run away from gaybars!" and legging it up a very steep hill straight to the door of CC Blooms. CC's is, for my Welli buddies, the Bojangles of Edinburgh, catchment point for all that is drunk and gay at 3am.
So, bit of podium dancing there, then I was suddenly at a party in Leith (or somewhere) drunkenly talking about Catholicism and destroying an oven and pedal bin in a kitchen samba session.
Thats all well and good, but I got home at 4.30-5ish and the next day I had to lead the drummers get fit session at 2, and go camping!
Camping!
The camping session was in aid of Cutter and Demo's 30th, so a load of drummers and affiliates headed out to Tyninghame to make lots of noise and eat burnt things. It was fucking great. I even went and brought the biggest gayest pinkest tent I could just for the occasion. So pretty - will post pics when available.
So yeah, more drinking and smoking of stuff with ace drumming and one of the most amusing beatboxing sessions in a while(cypher samba?)
And, in the morning me and my hangover got to walk along a nearly deserted beach in slightly warm sunshine smelling like campfire.
Drinking!
Post camping we all headed back into town for drumming rehersal in which I felt very very oogy. So, I drank more beer.
My entire being was hungover. I think, I may stop drinking for a bit. Like, a year maybe...
In other non-drunk news: I had my first appointment with a personal trainer yesterday and it was great! Hes a cage fighter. Ouch. But he's lovely and re-sets his own nose so isn't scary looking. He also knows capoeira (its one of the systems that cage fighting builds on strangely enough) so he totally gets what I need. After all the testing and stuff we have discovered I'm strong and efficient, but I'm slow and need more lung capacity. So, I'm doing lots of cardio sprints etc (oh god) and plyometric stuff with a weird half bouncy ball to get my knees stable and speed me up. Yay!! That was 20 quid well spent.
Now, I'm home with a hangover induced cold and trying to finish an essay. My bad *sigh*