Bleurgh.
I'm tired and sticky and I just feel...
well, I just feel "Bleurgh". I know it's more of a sound than a word, but still, you get the idea! :lol:
I often feel bleurgh and I can't quite put my finger on the reasons why. Although, I do know that this feeling usually follows a night of drinking - there couldn't possibly be a link, surely....
Did you miss me yesterday?
Fine, I can do without you!
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Oh, who am I trying to kid? I
need you! :shock:
Yesterday was uber cool. I spent much of the morning painting the window sills and doors of our house whilst a small man with a whip casually lashed out at me and uttered gibberish in a raised voice.
Ok, perhaps that last bit wasn't true, but it might as well have been! My parents asked (in that way only parents can, which is actually a thinly veiled order) me to help them out by repainting the outside of the house. I, liking the quiet life I live, agreed and was stung with all the hard work. Bleurgh!
The afternoon was a dramatic improvement.
Ben screeched to a halt ouside my house at around 2 o'clock in his new (well actually very old in terms of age) mini. It looks exactly like my sister's except hers has the squared off clubman bonnet. We bombed along at a scary 40 miles per hour to pick up the hire gear for the party and had a moment when we realised the magnitude of our combined stupidity. Talk about dim; if we were a light source, we'd be candles!
Most of you know how much space there is in an old mini (clue: not much!) and when I say that we had to fit 3 large flight cases (each approximately the size of a chest freezer) and a host of other bits and bobs into the back seating area and boot (ha!) you'll realise the size of our problem.
Hurried and really quite rude phone calls later and Crums arrived with the van. Problem solved.
We spent half an hour trying to damage our backs in a manner worthy of a "No Win No Fee" case to no avail. Damn my flexible spine and useful back muscles!
Once we got to the venue we spent several hours setting up lights and a scary pile of audio gear. This involved (as it always does) shouting of much Anglo Saxon, bloodied nuckles and barely legal arrangements of cables. Somehow it all came together to form a system that was so stable that it would take the switching on of
at least 2 more lights to push it over the edge into tripping territory. :roll:
All we needed was party guests to complete the set up, but these "guest" things have a real habit of turning up when they feel like and not standing where you put them.
They arrived in dribs and drabs and, as normally rational people do, attempted to make their late arrival apear fashionable. Why can't people be fashionably on time?
Much alcohol was consumed. Much food was eaten and a hell of a lot of stupid dancing was observed. But the best bit was pass the parcel (hey, nobody said that you had to act maturely at an 18th birthday party) with classic pass the parcel music as heard on Mark and Lard's radio 1 show.
I didn't win.
The party went on until 2 am. Then the electronics tripped because Ben switched on the flood light attached to the garage. And that was that.
Somehow we managed to dismantle the set up it had taken all day to assemble in an hour (and in the dark) with no major injuries and little swearing.
Then, for some stupid reason, we squeezed four people into Bens mini along with another mountain of equipment and attempted to get home in one piece.
Miracles do happen!
This morning I woke up hung over. Having mooched around for a while I went to the football and watched Hull City put 4 goals into the Darlington net. Come on you Tigers!
Currently watching: The purple blobs in my lava lamp
Currenty listening to: James, Sit Down
Currently reading: The ABC of Sports medicine
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