The World Is Waking Up

It's half past five, and I've been drinking with matt (and strictly speaking, I am *still* drinking with matt) so you'll have to forgive me if i lack a certain level of coherence.

It's been a whole holiday nearly (three days left of the easter break, saturday, sunday and monday) and I have yet to comment, despite a number of events (although not nearly enough) which have occurred.

To start off with, at the very end of the term (or half term, whichever it was) we had a very cultured drinking session at lunchtime, in the park. We played bus stop, with shots, in the park, on a drafts board, with the central cards raised on a podium composed of my copy of hamlet, making us look like very intellectual, or at least cultured, delinquants. I was one of the first out, and went out quite quickly, meaning I had three shots of neat vodka in quick succession, which almost made me throw up, purely from the taste... but we all survived..

And then Hamilton's 18th Fancy Dress party thing happened; I went as a mime, and my costume was quite good in my opinion, although some of the other costumes were quite awesome (ninja turtles! pirates! doctors! various other costumes which I cannot quite recall due to my current state!) much alcohol was had by all, and many cheesy musics were played.

After that, I had a day to recover before the experience that was Tentopolis: it was quite.. alcohol fueled. I spent some time talking to a girl (whose name I could not recall, or was never informed of) in only an australian accent, shouted at a number of people, ended up in alex's tent with a small crowd listening to me rant about various things and generally talking about various people, and generally being quite offensive (in a verbose and articulate manner) and above all else being very sarcastic and possibly harsh, while my antics were enjoyed by a number of people.

This was followed, of course, by me waking up very irate, confused, tired and uncomfortable in a tent in the middle of a field. Hilarity did not, as they say, ensue.

I somehow arrived home, slept a lot, and staggered out, avec sibling/other people, to chicagos, where matt was met, several drinks were drunk, a house was crashed, another house was crashed, much vodka was consumed, ring of fire was fire'd, and collapsing happened.

This was followed by several days of recovery before the A.I.R awesomeness at andy's, with the rocking out at guitar hero, the drinking of shots at bus stop, the ring of fire with much jumping and a repeated use of both snake eyes and the name rule, which completely pwnt everyone... and then the dodgy mockumentary on human mating habits, with "Sperminator, defender of the uterus" and other hilarious visuals...

Andy also won the "Best host of drinking EvAr" award for making us all sausage sandwiches the morning after.

I had a moment, sometime at six AMish, when everyone was asleep, in which I pined, PINED, i tell you, for a person who could handle their drink, and was slightly insomniac, and generally not ghey. No one would stay awake to drink with me :(

Andy's A.I.R was followed by some more recovery time, and some missed drinking sessions thanks to some gay people who organised things and then cancelled them due to gayness. I did, after having recovered, end up visiting the Yeoman for a few drinks on sunday, which was quite entertaining.

This was followed by a week of BLEH before this little drinking session with matt, today, which has been quite entertaining, and illuminating and so forth. I had a plate of rice! and we seem to have nearly finished this 70cl bottle between us, so woo for us. My mum in all her not-aware-of-the-alcoholism-ness gave us a bucket when she realised we had vodka. She will probably be quite surprised when we haven't used it tomorrow.

Anyway. I probably won't post till some time after school starts, but never say never and all that...

cheerio, a slightly drunken rory

also woo - lostprophets in a weekish and GIAN in two exactly!!!!!!!one!