It was a good friend of mines (Thom) leaving party on friday night in my pub ( Digression: by "my" pub I actually mean the pub I frequent all the time. If anyone ever goes to Bath (UK), on holiday or whatever, pop into the Hobgoblin. It's a great pub, and I'll buy you a pint. ), and we all got decidedly battered. Unfortunately the landlady wasn't in a good mood ( she split up with her girlfriend recently ), so we never had a lockin. So, anyway, I just ended up going back to Thom's and drinking Absynth and playing games. Now, this was some proper absynth that we had. I've had some 75% abv. spanish Absynth before, and it actually just tasted really nice. This however, was 80%, and included wormwood (and wasn't from spain either). I was totally unprepared for how it just burns. I was also unfortunate to breath in at the shock, and the fumes went into my lungs. Que watering eyes and general baddness for 5 minutes. Anyway, drinking absyth we sat down, and I managed to beat Thom at Chess and a card game that I forget the name of, then proceeded to pass out at about 4 am.
Que getting woken up at 6 am by a house member going to work. The next thing I remember after that was waking up at 10am. I didn't really sleep that well, as I was sleeping on the floor. Still, there were coushins, so it wasn't that bad... Anyway, the rest of the morning and beginning of the afternoon was spent discussing game ideas, and I we managed to get an idea and story clamped down. Thoms writing it all out and adding all the details at the moment anyway, but if we manage to pull off what we want to, I think this could be one hell of a game. By 3 pm we were in the pub again, and I never left until closing, then went over a mates house for a while, listening to music, and stuff. I got home at about half 1 to 2 in the morning, to find that my landlord had decided to pay a visit. Without telling me. What the fuck? This I wasn't too happy about. I mean come on, what happened to the 24 hours notice? Anyway, he left this morning, so it's not too bad. I cheered my self up with a nice bout of Doom 3, before heading to bed at about 4am. 5am comes, and I get a phone call. It's a very good friend of mine ( who coincidentally moved to jersey a just over a month ago ), shouting "Hello Phil!!! I LOVEEE YOUUUU!!!" in a barely literate tone and slurring quite substantially. Great. So, I spent 10 minutes trying to get a horrendously drunk ( and pilled up ) friend of mine off the phone. After she decided to let me get back to bed ( when she realised that she woke me up she spent 5 minutes appologising ), I managed to sleep for another few hours. This time my alarm woke me up. It was 10am. I was supposed to be meeting some friends in the pub to watch a band, however, I was just too totally knackered to move, so I missed it. Luckily, all I missed was the pub, because the band didn't turn up.
Ah well, hopefully I should have a job at somepoint this week...
( If you managed to get to here, I'm really really impressed! ).