battalioness

Fuckin' A.

That was some night last night.

SuperBowl Sunday, incase you didn't know. However, it airs live at about 11pm here in Scotland and finishes about 3ish.

The party was nowhere near over at this time, and me and the lads still had copious amounts of alcohol to consume, so we took the party to a nearby park (and this park is where I grew up.. few miles big with a big loch at the bottome of it) along with everyone's stash of grass and we sat and got fucked up all night.
I'm talking mega fucked up. Fucking live for it.

I got home at about half 10 this morning, covered in mud, freezing cold and with little or no recollection of the night before.

Still haven't gone to sleep, but I'm beginning to remember the night. Man it was just too funny to even say.

I managed to loose my favourite pair of trousers and my favourite belt. I wouldn't be so worried apart from the fact that they're in the park and in this area... most people know what I dress like

I did have a change of clothes by the way... I didn't just cut about in freezing cold Scotland in my pants at 5am

SO, that was my Sunday... and effectively Monday, also.