Epic extra long weekend had by all here in the dee. 2 members of our wee design clique had 21st birthdays, and another had her 23rd. Much drunken fun and frivolity, but not too much work done by anyone..
Thursday
Event: Dannii’s belated 21st celebrations.
Venue: Her place, the union.
intoxication level: Highly advanced (excellent)
graphics clique in attendance: 10 (one hundred and eightyyy)
Scandinavians in attendance: 4 (ütmerket)
She was 21 at the end of December, actually. But we had a silly amount of stuff going on then, so we decided to do it properly when we got back off holiday. Party started at eight. Everyone was wasted by 9 due to the huge level of alchoholic product supplied by all. Pol Roger, Moet, Strongbow, Sangria, Asti (because Lambrini girls just wanna have fun. Colin.) beer, wine, etc… Many silly photos taken, not least of Mr Bennett and myself due to us turning up wearing nearly the same clothes. And with the same haircut, too.. Scary.
Then it was off down the union for tequila, socialising, flirting with randoms, which invariably led to some girl on her knees infront of me, in a toilet cubicle. I woke up the next morning with a ring on my finger, too. I think I might be someones missus. Fuuck. Many laughs had watching Colin sending filty text messages to his astonishingly fresh faced gf, many hugs from Dannii, a couple of hotdogs for the road, and then bed. My own. (optimum performance)
Friday
Event: Julie’s 21st Birthday.
Venue: Dannii’s house, here and yes, here. (goldfish)
Graphics clique in attendance: 8 (good work)
Scandinavians in attendance: again, 4. (excellent)
Julie’s 21st was a more subdued version of the night before because half of us were still fucked. Back at Dannii’s for 8, drinks quaffed included lager, cider, more champers, etc. Pizza hut seemed like the best plan, because due to uniform unconcsciousness, nobody had bothered to sort out resevations. Anyway, the food was great, the waitresses were fit and the conversation was filthy. Excellent. Then once more, it was a trip up the road to (in a snowy gap winter wonderland) to the union for involantary muscle spasms on the dancefloor, which was fun until I spied Rachel looking at me… *sigh* Must try harder. Then more drinks, a taxi, and sleep. Woke up next to a bag of bassetts liquorice allsorts. Make of that what you will.
Saturday
Event: None. Went home for decent cooking, a big bed, and an attempt at some sketchbook creativity for monday (decent)
Intoxication level: fair, due to a few glasses of vino.
Sunday
Event: Jesse’s 23rd Birthday.
Venue: Her place.
intoxication level: surprising.
graphics clique in attendance: 5 (poor)
Scandinavians in attendance: 4 (something to aspire to)
The remainder of intoxicants from Dannii’s doozy was shipped around to Jesse’s to be consumed whilst watching Little Voice with Jane Horrocks and Micky Caine. Film was surprisingly touching, with pretty decent casting consisting of JH playing another spacker. laughing, joking, ice cream consumption and filthy talk continued late into the night…
Good (almost) clean fun had by all. And on Friday I am wearing a dress.
02-Feb-04 at 4:02 pm | Permalink
I don’t actually know you Jill, so this ain’t a reply (sorry – your weekend sounded fun..).I jus need a space to put some thoughts.
Topic: MDMA-induced amnesia –
- is not good. I brushed them off when they said it was killing my brain. But recent events have led me to reassess such opinions. There’s SO much of Saturday night that I can’t piece together, and this scares me. I remember at one point an Egg security woman saying “d’ya think it’s time you went home luv?”; that’s the only time anyone’s ever said that to me ( I think !), which also worries me. I must have looked like a fecking alcoholic hobo (whatever that looks like). Tis weird, cos what I CAN remember leads me to believe that I was reasonably coherent (like taking photos with Aaron’s camera..), but mebbe after that, the vodka n drugs took hold (or fucking possession morelike)? Opinions anyone? I fear that on such occasions my personality completely changes, and that I have almost NO conscious awareness. Risky business. I knew there was a reason why I gave up pills last year..So, next time, if anyone sees me snatching them up (from [HTTP data corrupted here - ed.] most likely..), yell “NO, you don’t want this!”. It’s the only way. I don’t want any more Lost Conversations…
02-Feb-04 at 5:08 pm | Permalink
just say NO kids.
02-Feb-04 at 6:06 pm | Permalink
I always thought I was enough of a fanny without MDMA. I love everyone anyway. Like a jack russell.
02-Feb-04 at 8:03 pm | Permalink
Ya. That was a silly thing of me to write. Thanks Aaron :O
03-Feb-04 at 2:38 pm | Permalink
Even if I can’t ease your mind I can at least empathise with you Karina. As I too was utterly mortal in the wee red bar at the weekend. However not on Saturday but Friday. The destructive combination being far too much bevvy and some ridiculously intense weed. The results being too embarassing to report here but I was also asked to leave, which i managed to wangle my way out of. Anyway I find being lashed then taking a pill far too messy an affair, not that this generally stops me at the time. Whcih is stupid. Also the music on Friday night at the Wee Red Bar was absolutely amazing. The main dj and the resident of the night was probably the best or at least one of the best djs that i’ve ever heard. Normally I would never consider listening to reggae dancehall but down to the way he worked the crowd and the sheer quality of the music he had me hooked. If you have the chance check out Big Toe! at the end of the month.