I'm the worst person at writing blogs about meets.
I find it quite daunting.
Especially when I can't even remember most of the events.
So I'll just sum it up as being absolutely mindblowing.
I've been on this site (and part of SGUK) for many a year now and this was by far one of the best meets I've ever been to.
That it was in my hometown makes it that much sweeter.
I think we showed everyone how Bristol does things.
It was truly a pleasure to meet all the new folks that I did, especially those I've spoken to lots on here but never met.
I must make special mention for Ortus for his extreme endurance drinking. Top bloke and boozehound extraordinare.
Ya'lls gave me one of the best weekends ever.
T'was a fine way to end theknives and my longest time spent together.
I love that girl to pieces.
Right now I have a half shaved face, I'm tired out of my mind and I'm listening to Girl Talk's 'Night Ripper' album so I think that makes it just about time for part one of Kristoph's Fucked Up Dreams.
Dream 1: I dreamt that I had to go shopping in asda with my housemates. When we get there they decided that we needed to buy a pig. Not ham, not bacon, but a whole live pig.
So we go to the pig aisle and pick one out.
It's wriggling all over the place and being generally uncooperative. We manage to get it to til and scan it through but then instead of mybe leading it out or carrying it we decide it needs to go in a plastic bag. So we spend about half an hour trying to put a disgruntled pig headfirst into a carrier bag.
With its back half swinging about wildly we carry it out to the waiting car.
/dream.
Tune in next time for the 'Claire tries to impale her finger on a tattoo gun' dream.
(sorry for the poor retelling of the meet. I'm lame. Go see the pictures in the group photos blud)
x
I find it quite daunting.
Especially when I can't even remember most of the events.
So I'll just sum it up as being absolutely mindblowing.
I've been on this site (and part of SGUK) for many a year now and this was by far one of the best meets I've ever been to.
That it was in my hometown makes it that much sweeter.
I think we showed everyone how Bristol does things.
It was truly a pleasure to meet all the new folks that I did, especially those I've spoken to lots on here but never met.
I must make special mention for Ortus for his extreme endurance drinking. Top bloke and boozehound extraordinare.
Ya'lls gave me one of the best weekends ever.
T'was a fine way to end theknives and my longest time spent together.
I love that girl to pieces.
Right now I have a half shaved face, I'm tired out of my mind and I'm listening to Girl Talk's 'Night Ripper' album so I think that makes it just about time for part one of Kristoph's Fucked Up Dreams.
Dream 1: I dreamt that I had to go shopping in asda with my housemates. When we get there they decided that we needed to buy a pig. Not ham, not bacon, but a whole live pig.
So we go to the pig aisle and pick one out.
It's wriggling all over the place and being generally uncooperative. We manage to get it to til and scan it through but then instead of mybe leading it out or carrying it we decide it needs to go in a plastic bag. So we spend about half an hour trying to put a disgruntled pig headfirst into a carrier bag.
With its back half swinging about wildly we carry it out to the waiting car.
/dream.
Tune in next time for the 'Claire tries to impale her finger on a tattoo gun' dream.
(sorry for the poor retelling of the meet. I'm lame. Go see the pictures in the group photos blud)
x
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You alliterate beautifully sir. It made me weep into my cereal.