Ohhh.. Last night was messy. The annual graphic design party, where the 3rd years strip the studio of its expensive ephemera, fill it with toxic booze, and introduce the second years to some serious substance abuse. The casualty list this morning was pretty high.. One hospitalisation, (ambulence et all) I was nearly another* and countless sprained ankles, etc. due to rather hilarious drinking games. Pics to follow. Anyway; needless to say, i’m feeling fucking awful today, after near consuming the contents of the lovely D.U.S.A. on my tod. And I have an egg on my head the size of a.. rather big egg : /
* when my mate Dan (rotund) decided that it might be wise to throw me into the air and catch me. A few minor issues, there:
i – He was shitefaced
ii – He was standing above a doorframe
iii – the alchoholic haze had stripped him of his understanding of the laws of gravity.
My noggin hit the doorframe with stealth force, and then I fell to the ground. Once again, hitting my noggin. With stealth force. Out cold. For a few seconds. Not really wise to go on drinking, then..
Like I said. Messy. Stu’s gig. Discuss…. Pls?
31-Oct-03 at 2:31 pm | Permalink
> countless sprained ankles
you flailing spastics.
Sympathy though. Dan (rotund) is a great name.