something to save
I went for a party on Friday ( I was supposed to go out Wednesday but-I know this is a strange excuse- I got a phonecall) It was someone Vid kind of knew so he took us along- Rama,Rich, Q and I. We were lugging quite a bit of alchohol with us on the way there. When the rest stopped to get something from a supermarket, Rama and I waited for them across the road. We were standing there for about five minutes when Rama said 'I don't like the way your'e holding those bottles- if the police see you they'll come and see whats up'. I looked down and I suddenly realized that I was holding two beer bottles and one of sambuca in my hands right beside one of the busiest roads in the town at 10 in the evening. To say I looked dodgy is a serious understatement.
Anyway we found the place with little hassle. It looked like an ordinary house from the outside, but when we went in we realized that it was massive! It had at least five stories and God only knows how many rooms. We went in and out of so many rooms until we gave up trying to keep track of all of them. There was plenty of beer. Vid kept walking in every ten minutes with the sambuca and gradually I reached that point where things start to move in slow motion-not drunk, but driving past the signposts warning you that drunkenness is ahead. Rama was chatting up a girl a few meters away. Q was sitting in the chair behind me with a look on her face that said 'I dont quite know what I'm doing here but if I sit in this chair long enough, it will all come back to me'. I found myself in a drinking game with a group of people I didn't know. It was supposed to be so simple- one of those where you pick three similar sounding words and pass them around so that the third person points to someone else to start the chain again with a different set of words. Someone started off with 'ping-pang-pong' but we all totally messed it up and no one seemed to understand what was going on ('This is the easiest fucking drinking game!' one guy was saying over and over)They were spending ages trying to explain the rules, but although we all seemed to understand we just kept messing it up.I was laughing so hard- you just had to be there I guess. Seeing eight people totally mess up the most elementary game possible was just priceless (and I confess I was one of those too thick to understand the rules right away)Much of the rest of the night was a blur of rooms and people and snatches of conversation. On the way back, sank my teeth into a ginsters cheese and onion pie. It was knock-your-socks-off good. Rama couldnt even walk straight while eating it. He would stop walking and just kind of pause as if he couldnt believe how good it was. Later on there was better to come- Rich had a hagen Dasz ice cream you could have written poetry about.
Oh Peter Crouch-we are waiting! We are waiting!
Anyway we found the place with little hassle. It looked like an ordinary house from the outside, but when we went in we realized that it was massive! It had at least five stories and God only knows how many rooms. We went in and out of so many rooms until we gave up trying to keep track of all of them. There was plenty of beer. Vid kept walking in every ten minutes with the sambuca and gradually I reached that point where things start to move in slow motion-not drunk, but driving past the signposts warning you that drunkenness is ahead. Rama was chatting up a girl a few meters away. Q was sitting in the chair behind me with a look on her face that said 'I dont quite know what I'm doing here but if I sit in this chair long enough, it will all come back to me'. I found myself in a drinking game with a group of people I didn't know. It was supposed to be so simple- one of those where you pick three similar sounding words and pass them around so that the third person points to someone else to start the chain again with a different set of words. Someone started off with 'ping-pang-pong' but we all totally messed it up and no one seemed to understand what was going on ('This is the easiest fucking drinking game!' one guy was saying over and over)They were spending ages trying to explain the rules, but although we all seemed to understand we just kept messing it up.I was laughing so hard- you just had to be there I guess. Seeing eight people totally mess up the most elementary game possible was just priceless (and I confess I was one of those too thick to understand the rules right away)Much of the rest of the night was a blur of rooms and people and snatches of conversation. On the way back, sank my teeth into a ginsters cheese and onion pie. It was knock-your-socks-off good. Rama couldnt even walk straight while eating it. He would stop walking and just kind of pause as if he couldnt believe how good it was. Later on there was better to come- Rich had a hagen Dasz ice cream you could have written poetry about.
Oh Peter Crouch-we are waiting! We are waiting!
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