The weekend called for a trip back up to my old home... which I miss dearly. Far from everything.. the city. the friends. My old housemates, Matt and Kathy had just got engaged not long ago, which called for a engagement party!! It all fitted perfectly, for me to go to Harris' 21st on Friday and their engagement party on Saturday. I started the drinky drinks, and was excited to catch up with friends I hadn't seen in ages and missed LOADS. But then I got there and was like... erm? No cars... I called a friend and I found out it was tomorrow. So devoed. But it ended up being ok as I called a friend and got to get fucking plastered at her house, sitting on beanbags and getting involved into deep conversations... like girls do.
I was with Alex also, and from that night he got overly hungover. We actually believe now he had alcohol poisoning, it was that bad. So my day and night gradually turned into shit having to wait and watch Alex be sick all day... we made it to Kathys and Matts, and entered for one minute and left. Alex was spewing left right and centre and in really bad pain. So... I decided to leave him at my old home, and go to Harris' anyways but my night was kind of stressed out already so I didn't want to be in a party situation when all I really wanted was to swear and salk. I stayed for max 20 minutes. I was so bummed out - I'm glad Alex is all good now, but fuck my weekend was a bit of a drag because of it. He bought me KFC to owe up for the weekend.. and i guess thats good for me. Shrugs.
I used to think that was my dad.
