A Long Expected Party.
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hathycolBut enough of the weekend. I enjoyed it immensely, but don't envy hathy_col with her college piss-up tonight. No sirree. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow
Ne’er was a truer word spoken.
We had a bit of trouble meeting up at the same time, but we did, eventually, outside ofSafeway sorry, Morrisons. Much food was bought and lots of people turned up; various people and it was all good. We quite disastrously attempted to cook and all stretched around my kitchen. It was nice and mellow – lots of alcohol was drunk, whilst I was somewhat more cautious. I didn’t get sloshed all evening, and my, was that a disappointment. No, I jest, I don’t think my liver could have taken it.
It was a good evening. We all decamped to the living room, and we had the first casualty of the night – David Howarth. Stupid idiot. He was quite spectacularly ill. In my bathroom. Lovely. Hannah was much nicer. We put him to bed and left him there, although we did have to check on him every four hours to make sure he wasn’t, y’know, dead.
This may have been something of an omen, but in the tradition of all drunken teenage barely-legal parties, bottles were spin with a new variation: Truth, Snog, Swap or Strip.
Look, I didn’t say that I stopped drinking.
It was actually surprisingly fun, and I think the enduring image of the night was Andrew. In my bra. (I still had my t-shirt on!) Hee!
The night wore on. Matt’s older brother turned up, with rum. 75.5% rum. I kid thee not. Legally, I think I might be dead for drinking it, although I’m ashamed to admit it actually came out of my nose in the shock. It was scumble, I swear! I also think I lost the back of my throat in the proceedings, and Andrew… wow, it worked fast.
At this point, I was sobering up and cleaning up. There was a lot of debris, and I felt better getting rid of it. I was also a leetle bit knackered, and wanted to go to bed. I could not leave until Matt and Al went. Hints did not work. They hung around for much longer. Eventually they declared, about an hour later onwards, they were stayed. Gritted teeth and went upstairs anyway.
Then we were girly. This was much, much more fun. We bitched, we whinged, we sang, we bothered, and it was good! Later on I decamped to the floor in my sister’s room on the basis you really can’t fit five in my room. I slept merrily for four hours.
Theme, much?
The morning was dismal. I woke up swearing I could hear Flash Gordon. Doorbell rang, received mail from postie, heard music again. Turned out they’d be watching Flash Gordon and it was affecting me subliminally. *giggles*
Morning was dismal, though. I stayed awake and starting, obviously, cleaning. We had no more cups, but I had used some foresight and put on the dishwasher before I went to bed. There was also make-up on my sofa – oh, the intellectual effort of the practical joke – and general Not Good things. So, we got the cleaning. Girls are wonderful, and actually helped out – picking up debris, coming to get the washing up bowl. Dobbin helped, too – dabbed away like a trooper at the sofa. In the end, most of the cushions have been stripped and are now residing on my washing line.
What I do really, really resent in Matt slipping away in the middle of the night anyway, after eating most of my cupboard contents and leaving me with a lot of rubbish to clear up. I resent Dobbin leaving early without saying goodbye, and also for the wonderful deposit of vomit left behind my loo, where I had the pleasure of finding it when I came home this afternoon. I think I hate David Howarth. Didn’t lift a finger. Left with Dobbin and didn’t say a word. Oh, and spent the night throwing up in my front garden and didn’t tell me, leaving me with a pleasant surprise this morning.
Men! Sod them all! No, Andrew was lovely, and Danny did mop… I have sent out e-mails, though, because it was just not right. I know I sound boring and whatnot, but if you make a mess, then it’s only right to stay and help, right? Specially when it’s your own fucking bodily fluids.
So, after that debacle, we all went out this afternoon to Liverpool. Well, me and Jess and Christine. We all veered towards Pizza Hut, in a desperate attempt for food. We ate a lot of food. Then we turned around and there was Katie and Andrew! Great minds think alike, and so do vaguely hungover ones. We wandered around Liverpool after that, leaving the other two. Guitars were the order of the day, as were random shops.
And then guess what I did.
Piercing number nine, A.K.A the tongue. That’s quite scary, actually. I’ve been thinking about getting it done for very long time, and I decided to splurge. I think I can blamebalthaser: her’s is pretty and she’s described it to me in great detail. So… it happened. Occurred to me whilst getting pierced that Enid already suspects I am turning into her. Many apologies. I promise not to do my hair the same. Honestly. I’ll get fired. I actually weirded out the first time I went in, and needed to get away and have some air for a little bit. Sorted myself out, had a drink and went back in again. Once I got the info sorted and signed I was much less nervous. And it didn’t hurt! After the initial pinch. I was ever so shocked when he said, “Okay, you’re done.” I bled a little bit and it hurts now, but not as bad as people described it. A girl in the waiting room told me that I wouldn’t be able to eat tomato soup, as it was too acidic. I can drink tea, though – I just have to leave it for ten minutes to cool down. So that’s okay, I won’t die. Thank the lord, etc. It is quite swollen, though.
Not yet spoken to parents. I did tell her I might do it whilst they went away… and here I am. I can only hope my tongue isn’t so clunky by the time I go to work. I also seem to have mislaid the little book of instructions, although I do remember them. I have a nagging feeling this means I can’t get the aftercare thing without paying extra. Joy.
And that is all. I think I need to go to bed.
~Hathy_Col~
purplerainbowNe’er was a truer word spoken.
We had a bit of trouble meeting up at the same time, but we did, eventually, outside of
It was a good evening. We all decamped to the living room, and we had the first casualty of the night – David Howarth. Stupid idiot. He was quite spectacularly ill. In my bathroom. Lovely. Hannah was much nicer. We put him to bed and left him there, although we did have to check on him every four hours to make sure he wasn’t, y’know, dead.
This may have been something of an omen, but in the tradition of all drunken teenage barely-legal parties, bottles were spin with a new variation: Truth, Snog, Swap or Strip.
Look, I didn’t say that I stopped drinking.
It was actually surprisingly fun, and I think the enduring image of the night was Andrew. In my bra. (I still had my t-shirt on!) Hee!
The night wore on. Matt’s older brother turned up, with rum. 75.5% rum. I kid thee not. Legally, I think I might be dead for drinking it, although I’m ashamed to admit it actually came out of my nose in the shock. It was scumble, I swear! I also think I lost the back of my throat in the proceedings, and Andrew… wow, it worked fast.
At this point, I was sobering up and cleaning up. There was a lot of debris, and I felt better getting rid of it. I was also a leetle bit knackered, and wanted to go to bed. I could not leave until Matt and Al went. Hints did not work. They hung around for much longer. Eventually they declared, about an hour later onwards, they were stayed. Gritted teeth and went upstairs anyway.
Then we were girly. This was much, much more fun. We bitched, we whinged, we sang, we bothered, and it was good! Later on I decamped to the floor in my sister’s room on the basis you really can’t fit five in my room. I slept merrily for four hours.
Theme, much?
The morning was dismal. I woke up swearing I could hear Flash Gordon. Doorbell rang, received mail from postie, heard music again. Turned out they’d be watching Flash Gordon and it was affecting me subliminally. *giggles*
Morning was dismal, though. I stayed awake and starting, obviously, cleaning. We had no more cups, but I had used some foresight and put on the dishwasher before I went to bed. There was also make-up on my sofa – oh, the intellectual effort of the practical joke – and general Not Good things. So, we got the cleaning. Girls are wonderful, and actually helped out – picking up debris, coming to get the washing up bowl. Dobbin helped, too – dabbed away like a trooper at the sofa. In the end, most of the cushions have been stripped and are now residing on my washing line.
What I do really, really resent in Matt slipping away in the middle of the night anyway, after eating most of my cupboard contents and leaving me with a lot of rubbish to clear up. I resent Dobbin leaving early without saying goodbye, and also for the wonderful deposit of vomit left behind my loo, where I had the pleasure of finding it when I came home this afternoon. I think I hate David Howarth. Didn’t lift a finger. Left with Dobbin and didn’t say a word. Oh, and spent the night throwing up in my front garden and didn’t tell me, leaving me with a pleasant surprise this morning.
Men! Sod them all! No, Andrew was lovely, and Danny did mop… I have sent out e-mails, though, because it was just not right. I know I sound boring and whatnot, but if you make a mess, then it’s only right to stay and help, right? Specially when it’s your own fucking bodily fluids.
So, after that debacle, we all went out this afternoon to Liverpool. Well, me and Jess and Christine. We all veered towards Pizza Hut, in a desperate attempt for food. We ate a lot of food. Then we turned around and there was Katie and Andrew! Great minds think alike, and so do vaguely hungover ones. We wandered around Liverpool after that, leaving the other two. Guitars were the order of the day, as were random shops.
And then guess what I did.
Piercing number nine, A.K.A the tongue. That’s quite scary, actually. I’ve been thinking about getting it done for very long time, and I decided to splurge. I think I can blame
balthaser: her’s is pretty and she’s described it to me in great detail. So… it happened. Occurred to me whilst getting pierced that Enid already suspects I am turning into her. Many apologies. I promise not to do my hair the same. Honestly. I’ll get fired. I actually weirded out the first time I went in, and needed to get away and have some air for a little bit. Sorted myself out, had a drink and went back in again. Once I got the info sorted and signed I was much less nervous. And it didn’t hurt! After the initial pinch. I was ever so shocked when he said, “Okay, you’re done.” I bled a little bit and it hurts now, but not as bad as people described it. A girl in the waiting room told me that I wouldn’t be able to eat tomato soup, as it was too acidic. I can drink tea, though – I just have to leave it for ten minutes to cool down. So that’s okay, I won’t die. Thank the lord, etc. It is quite swollen, though.Not yet spoken to parents. I did tell her I might do it whilst they went away… and here I am. I can only hope my tongue isn’t so clunky by the time I go to work. I also seem to have mislaid the little book of instructions, although I do remember them. I have a nagging feeling this means I can’t get the aftercare thing without paying extra. Joy.
And that is all. I think I need to go to bed.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:23 am (UTC)I think it's about time I started setting metal detectors off.
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Date: 2004-07-28 09:12 am (UTC)now...get a tattoo!
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Date: 2004-07-28 12:20 pm (UTC)Give me until I have nothing left to pierce! Then I'll start colouring in my skin. Mind you, the rate I'm going at I'm looking at a year or so...
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Date: 2004-07-28 12:26 pm (UTC)I'm currently listening to Sweet Transvestite and laughing my head off!