Well... I certainly saw in the New Year in style. If, by style, you mean in an idiotic drunken stupour.
Yes, surprise surprise, I ended 2004 in much the same way that I begun it, by getting wasted in The Ship with some of the finest collection of reporbates you could ever wish for. Roll call time peeps:
Doplex (even though he was a big gay and left early)
munch
Kinto
nathair_dubh
fanny
Forkandles
musselman
neonkick
Noscar
oak
TheNonStopDancer (may he burn in Hell)
Vicky
It's ironic that I choose this meet to try and give an accounting of considering I don't remember huge chunks of it due to getting drunker than I have in years. I seem to have been determined to get blotto that night as I tore through the Jack Daniels and Jagermeister with a vengance. The night didn't start too auspiciously as some guy who claimed to kinda know nathair_dubh by virtue of sometimes drinking in the same pub as him attached himself to our group and started trying to scrounge drinks and smokes off us. He was a bit of a twat and kept freestyling at me and spouting off ignorant bollocks about punk music. I ended up insulting him repeatedly until he started trying to punch me on the arm like a cissy-girl for calling his sister a whore (quick aside, Nic and Pearlbass hit me harder than he did, the nonce). In the end he left and I think he must have heard me stand up and cheer when he did because he poked his head back into the pub and yelled 'Well fuck you all!'
Things picked up immensely after he left and a rollicking good time was had by all. My memory of the evening becomes somewhat patchy after... well... about 9:30, but here's some of the high (and low)-lights:
-Taking far, far too many pictures (at which I groaned hugely at the enxt morning)
-Pleading with Fanny to stay and not to go pash Indie boys
-Dancing around the pub, arms in the air, acting like a 5-year-old on speedballs
-Yelling. Lots and lots of yelling.
-Snogging TheNonStopDancer (Dear God in heaven help me. I am doomed for eternity for this. Please God spare my soul and strike him dead).
-Demanding to go out somewhere else after The Ship to continue the drinking (and, to be honest, thank God I didn't)
-Stumbling back home dancing along the street and pointing at people's windows for some reason.
I could wax reflective about 2004 at this point, but to be honest, I've never really been the type, I'm all about the future baby. Suffice to say tha I've actually quite enjoyed 2004. I only have one resolution for 2005, to be even more utterly awesome than I am now, make of that what you will.
See you guys soon,
Yes, surprise surprise, I ended 2004 in much the same way that I begun it, by getting wasted in The Ship with some of the finest collection of reporbates you could ever wish for. Roll call time peeps:
Doplex (even though he was a big gay and left early)
munch
Kinto
nathair_dubh
fanny
Forkandles
musselman
neonkick
Noscar
oak
TheNonStopDancer (may he burn in Hell)
Vicky
It's ironic that I choose this meet to try and give an accounting of considering I don't remember huge chunks of it due to getting drunker than I have in years. I seem to have been determined to get blotto that night as I tore through the Jack Daniels and Jagermeister with a vengance. The night didn't start too auspiciously as some guy who claimed to kinda know nathair_dubh by virtue of sometimes drinking in the same pub as him attached himself to our group and started trying to scrounge drinks and smokes off us. He was a bit of a twat and kept freestyling at me and spouting off ignorant bollocks about punk music. I ended up insulting him repeatedly until he started trying to punch me on the arm like a cissy-girl for calling his sister a whore (quick aside, Nic and Pearlbass hit me harder than he did, the nonce). In the end he left and I think he must have heard me stand up and cheer when he did because he poked his head back into the pub and yelled 'Well fuck you all!'
Things picked up immensely after he left and a rollicking good time was had by all. My memory of the evening becomes somewhat patchy after... well... about 9:30, but here's some of the high (and low)-lights:
-Taking far, far too many pictures (at which I groaned hugely at the enxt morning)
-Pleading with Fanny to stay and not to go pash Indie boys
-Dancing around the pub, arms in the air, acting like a 5-year-old on speedballs
-Yelling. Lots and lots of yelling.
-Snogging TheNonStopDancer (Dear God in heaven help me. I am doomed for eternity for this. Please God spare my soul and strike him dead).
-Demanding to go out somewhere else after The Ship to continue the drinking (and, to be honest, thank God I didn't)
-Stumbling back home dancing along the street and pointing at people's windows for some reason.
I could wax reflective about 2004 at this point, but to be honest, I've never really been the type, I'm all about the future baby. Suffice to say tha I've actually quite enjoyed 2004. I only have one resolution for 2005, to be even more utterly awesome than I am now, make of that what you will.
See you guys soon,
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that reminds me, id better call the henry j neans owner see if he still wnts my paintings up in there.
So... Subtle... Must... Not... Melt... In... Admiration...