| Mar. 14th, 2004 @ 08:53 pm Yet another drunken adventure |
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I havent posted anything for a while so this has turned out to be quite a long one, maybe it'll stop ppl pestering me to update for a while...
Well, Friday was the day i had been waiting for for about the last six months. Computing project deadline. It had to be finished by friday or we got an incomplete project marked, not that mine could really be called complete anyway, but it was near enough after working on it until half past two thursday night/friday morning.
I finished adding the last touches to my 50+ page McBeast of a project on friday lunchtime, then went to get it bound at repographics so i could hand it in and hit the pub. Damn it, repographics shut from 1 til 2 for lunch. The time being 1:10 i decided to hit the pub anyway, and hand it in later.
Me, Sandy, Hayley, Olly and Henry walked off to search for a suitable place, the bull being closed we decided to try somewhere new and lo and behold, i discovered one of the last remaining pubs in Henley that hasn't been shiteified by restaurantism.
For some reason Sandy had a problem with the greatness of said pub and went to another one with Olly and Hayley. Boring Bastad. Well, after a pint, me and DP decided to go and find the others, with a quick stop at the offy for a bottle of bacardi and a bottle of coke.
By the time we reached the pub where the others were, we were slightly tipsy, although that didnt stop us having another pint and a game of darts. After about 15 minutes the pub closed so we headed back to college to finish our 'coke'. Then i remembered i had to hand in my project. I got it bound and got a lift up the hill with Martin, who was also handing his in. We found Cynthia and handed our projects in, i dont think she noticed my less-than-sober state, although a comment about my project having a higher mark density than Martin's could have given the game away.
Anyway, it was getting late so i went bak down the hill and waited for the bus, where me and Henry decided to meet some new ppl. One guy was stood all alone so we went over to him, turns out he was getting on the streatley bus and lives in Compton, which sparked off a lot of N.W.A impressions, i dont think he was impressed.
I got home, played guitar for a bit, (funny how good i was at playing that nite, wonder why...), then headed off to the pub.
Although i felt fairly sober when i got there it didnt take long to wake up my underlying pissedness again. There was a private party on in the public bar so we had to go to the restauranty bar but, instead of last orders, the landlord told us we can come into the public bar where everyone had gone home and finish the food. YES MATE, the pool table was covered in tasty morsels, and there was much munching, drinking and throwing food in each other's beer. Excellent.
Saturday morning, today is the big day. Me and Henry drove into reading at around 3 to look for a present for Sandy. First stop - Poundland, where we got him an Action Man easter egg, that was the main present sorted then. We looked around some of the dodgy cheap shops ive not been in before, picked up a sweeeet 'Grim Reefer' poster and then realsied that we still hadnt got enough and all the shops were closing.
We paced it to Graffitti and, luckily it was still open. In there, were two possible candidates. One of their finely crafted skulls or a fuck-off big, very viscious looking knife. Knowing Sandy's nature, we thought the skull would be safer and so purchased a most hardcore Devil skull, with big ram's horns and pointy fangs.
We headed back and decided to drop it off at Sandy's house. It turned out the house was empty except for Sandy's rather sozzled mother, who proceeded try and persuade us to eat some of her artery clogging death by chocolate cake. As nice as it looked i wasn't ready to leave the world yet so i politely refused. She told us sandy was at the pub with his brother and then phoned the pub asking if they had "my son and my other son". Apparently they werent there though, but we drove there to look for them anyway. We couldn't find them but on the way back we saw Sandy in his car.
We went back to Sandy's and gave him his presents, which he seemed rather pleased about. And made his action man ID card, from the back of the easter egg box and, after going home for a quick sandwich and more money, set off with Sandy and his brother to Reading.
On arrival we met up with the others and headed to the Rising Sun. After we arrived the DJ's number of requests must have tripled, but he didnt seem to mind, thats his job, afterall. After a while a band started, playing some mighty fine blues, including Purple Haze, much to Sandy's delight.
Next, we headed towards the purple turtle, though me, Jack, Tom and Olly's friend Matt, went via Old Orleans and a swift 'Adios Amigos'.
The verdict on this mentalist cocktail?
Disappointing. Nine shots, NINE SHOTS Tom tells me. Yeah, thats assuming a shot is about 5ml. It was quite tasty but for the amount of alcohol in it it was outrageously overpriced, gimme a good old snakebite any day.
In Old Orleans, i got a phonecall from a very angry sounding sandy complaining that he was fed up with everyone going off places without him. This pissed me off somewhat, as he was still with about 4 other ppl and he knew wot we were doing. I was thoroughly expecting to arrive at the purple turtle to an earful of angry Sandy going on about how he is 'not up for my shit'. Surprisingly, though when we got there it was a cheerful sandy, happily gulping down shots of tequila his brother was taking great pleasure in feeding him. This wasn't, however, without cost as a few minutes later Sandy spewed all over Henry and the floor, and got thrown out by the bouncers.
Our saving grace from a night cut short by vomit, though, came in the form of Pavlov's Dog, where we guided a completely trolleyed Sandy for more drinking fun. Another pint later, i went for a trip to the toilet and, minding my own business was approached by a very drunk bloke. He started talking to me and before i knew it i had made a new friend. Lucky me. He began to engage me in an annyoing and unwanted converstion. What did worry me though was that he was going on about robbing people. "Don't worry though." he said, "i've done my time for that." Ah, well thats alright then, if youve been to prison for it ive got nothing to worry about. I thought to myself, ending the conversation as quickly as possible and walking quickly back to the others.
After a couple more drinks, it was time to go home. By this point things were a bit hazy. We walked back towards the station, stopping for a kebab and chips on the way and then, out of nowhere, the taxi appeared and we were suddenly back at Sandy's house.
It was time to put the birthday boy to bed, as he'd had enough partying for one day, so his brother and his mate stripped him down to his boxers, which wasn't a pleasant sight, and got the marker pens out. A free-for-all how much can you draw and write on Sandy ensued, and by the end of it there wasn't a patch of clear skin on either leg, arm, back ,stomach, chest or face. Sure he struggled a bit but there were enough of us there to hold him down. By the time he managed to crawl into the shelter of underneath his bed he had as much graffitti as a new york subway.
After that, or maybe before im not 100% sure, we cracked open a beer and began a game of circle of death. Harharhar mental. I got up to go to the toilet and when i saw my face in the mirror i was shocked. Damn them and their pens, for they had got me too. Luckily i had only aquired a beard and one or two other marks on my face and they washed off quite easily, but the worrying thing was that i hadn't realised i'd actually been asleep. Needless to say, i was extremely sloshed but i made it home for an extended lie in. It was a damn good night. |
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