A blur of a weekend
I know these should be seperate blogs, but the days have kinda blurred together recently. Drink will do that I guess. Where to begin?
Well, we celebrated Spicy's birthday in style. An all you can eat Chinese buffet (don't have the lemon chicken at Lau's, it's like some god awful jelly. Spitting food out in the middle of a restaurant and making someone almost wet themselves laughing isn't a great way to keep a low profile) then off to the pub for some pool. And drink. Then repeat.
It was at this stage when things began to blur round the edges. Not that I think I've forgotten any of it, I'm just surprised it was me. Almost starting a fight was a novel thing to do. He was a complete prick, and, well people didn't help things. Lets just put it this way, I handed the pool queue and really wished he'd smacked me round the head with it so I could pummel the crap out of him. I guess I can get a bit wound up at times.....but I still want to kill the guy.
Once I got home, I decided to have a drunken shave. This is a very bad idea. Patchy as hell and twice as bloody. It passed the time though I guess. After I'd finished I caught myself dancing in the living room....this was not a good sign. If you ever see me dance, then I've more than likely had far too much to drink already. That realisation swept over me like a tsunami, but unfortunately it didn't stop me. Damn you Gorillaz with the song dare!
After that we went to the Elven warrior's and She who shall not be named's house warming party. Baring in mind my mental state at this time, another party wasn't probably the best of ideas, but I had a great time. I got a little more drunk, but for once I managed to stop drinking. That's quite a feet for me. Usually because as soon as I stop I begin to sober up quite quickly. This however wasn't the case, and indeed I may have gotten more drunk. There was one moment where I had to stand on the doorstep and get some air to avoid blowing chunks of Chinese food all over the new flat.
My memory of the night only comes to me in flashes, which is quite rare. I remember to talking to people, but I remember very few of the conversations. I sat there for some time making different variations of the sound "mye". The Warthog talked in the third person alot. The Warthog enjoyed it. I remember people looking like they were trying to not look like they were avoiding this drunken idiot sat here. As I predicted, I also danced. Oh deary me. In front of people too. Who knew I could waltz? Little tip. Never try to spin a drunk, it ends in trouble. I almost dropped my dance partner mid-spin too....I think.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) the beatings have started again. As we've discussed, they seem to be brought about to replace mental ponderings with intense concentration regarding pain. Not that there was anything on my mind. But my subconscious is a tricky little bugger and you never know what he's up to.
It may have gone a little far. Indeed, it went further than ever before. We started small. A queue of people formed to sit on my knee and slap me into next week. If only it wasn't just blokes sitting on my knee. I wonder why slapping doesn't hurt? It's not as if they're holding back. You'd be able to tell.
Next, things got a little weird. Krizzle obliged me with a good few punches in the arm (there's one nice bruise I got out of it). Now I'm not sure how we got around to it, but I managed to convince another guy to punch me in the chest. Full belt. Ow. He almost knocked me through the fence a few feet behind me. Needless to say I had to have a bit of a sit after that one, and to my recollection, I don't think I stood up for a good few hours. This was Friday, and it's only now just stopped hurting to breath/talk/think. It's interesting really. Trying to figure this all out, the interest in different kinds of pain. Oooh, I've just remembered, I got someone to chinese burn me....although that might have been before the housewarming.
Eventually I left as I had work the next morning. When I got back (and narrowly avoided accidently kicking people in the head by jumping over them), I stood there and stared at the mirror. I really had to resist putting my head through it. Luckily I was tired and went quickly to bed.
The next day I got up, still drunk and went to work. This is when the flashbacks started. It felt like I had lost my short term memory. I had a sudden sense of unfinished business, but no idea to what it was regarding. I still don't.
When I started talking to people who had been at the housewarming they began to trigger more flashbacks. Accepting the shirt off The French DJ's back. Arguemtents with people I've never met about the fact that I've never met them. People bigging up the Thundercats T-shirt I was wearing. Punching walls. Spilling drink on myself. Slurring badly. Mumbles spilling the contents of a glow stick all over himself. The worrying thing is that there are still surprises in store within my head. It's Monday now and I'm still finding out new things that had happened.
Then after work we went to a birthday party. The drinking and violence continued. It was good to see the Monk after so long. After a while we made a deal and if I went clubbing then we would have a game of slaps. Only with me using my face instead of hands. It seems that I was at a tactical disadvantage and lost.
It didn't stop there though. The slapping got harder and harder. It turned to punching and then rabbit punches in an endless stream of abuse. Which was nice. My jaw kinda stings now and for some reason my nose hurts. I don't think I was hit in the nose.
Well that's you up to date on my day to days. I think I better stay off the drink for a little while. Just while my injuries heal at least hehe.
Well, we celebrated Spicy's birthday in style. An all you can eat Chinese buffet (don't have the lemon chicken at Lau's, it's like some god awful jelly. Spitting food out in the middle of a restaurant and making someone almost wet themselves laughing isn't a great way to keep a low profile) then off to the pub for some pool. And drink. Then repeat.
It was at this stage when things began to blur round the edges. Not that I think I've forgotten any of it, I'm just surprised it was me. Almost starting a fight was a novel thing to do. He was a complete prick, and, well people didn't help things. Lets just put it this way, I handed the pool queue and really wished he'd smacked me round the head with it so I could pummel the crap out of him. I guess I can get a bit wound up at times.....but I still want to kill the guy.
Once I got home, I decided to have a drunken shave. This is a very bad idea. Patchy as hell and twice as bloody. It passed the time though I guess. After I'd finished I caught myself dancing in the living room....this was not a good sign. If you ever see me dance, then I've more than likely had far too much to drink already. That realisation swept over me like a tsunami, but unfortunately it didn't stop me. Damn you Gorillaz with the song dare!
After that we went to the Elven warrior's and She who shall not be named's house warming party. Baring in mind my mental state at this time, another party wasn't probably the best of ideas, but I had a great time. I got a little more drunk, but for once I managed to stop drinking. That's quite a feet for me. Usually because as soon as I stop I begin to sober up quite quickly. This however wasn't the case, and indeed I may have gotten more drunk. There was one moment where I had to stand on the doorstep and get some air to avoid blowing chunks of Chinese food all over the new flat.
My memory of the night only comes to me in flashes, which is quite rare. I remember to talking to people, but I remember very few of the conversations. I sat there for some time making different variations of the sound "mye". The Warthog talked in the third person alot. The Warthog enjoyed it. I remember people looking like they were trying to not look like they were avoiding this drunken idiot sat here. As I predicted, I also danced. Oh deary me. In front of people too. Who knew I could waltz? Little tip. Never try to spin a drunk, it ends in trouble. I almost dropped my dance partner mid-spin too....I think.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) the beatings have started again. As we've discussed, they seem to be brought about to replace mental ponderings with intense concentration regarding pain. Not that there was anything on my mind. But my subconscious is a tricky little bugger and you never know what he's up to.
It may have gone a little far. Indeed, it went further than ever before. We started small. A queue of people formed to sit on my knee and slap me into next week. If only it wasn't just blokes sitting on my knee. I wonder why slapping doesn't hurt? It's not as if they're holding back. You'd be able to tell.
Next, things got a little weird. Krizzle obliged me with a good few punches in the arm (there's one nice bruise I got out of it). Now I'm not sure how we got around to it, but I managed to convince another guy to punch me in the chest. Full belt. Ow. He almost knocked me through the fence a few feet behind me. Needless to say I had to have a bit of a sit after that one, and to my recollection, I don't think I stood up for a good few hours. This was Friday, and it's only now just stopped hurting to breath/talk/think. It's interesting really. Trying to figure this all out, the interest in different kinds of pain. Oooh, I've just remembered, I got someone to chinese burn me....although that might have been before the housewarming.
Eventually I left as I had work the next morning. When I got back (and narrowly avoided accidently kicking people in the head by jumping over them), I stood there and stared at the mirror. I really had to resist putting my head through it. Luckily I was tired and went quickly to bed.
The next day I got up, still drunk and went to work. This is when the flashbacks started. It felt like I had lost my short term memory. I had a sudden sense of unfinished business, but no idea to what it was regarding. I still don't.
When I started talking to people who had been at the housewarming they began to trigger more flashbacks. Accepting the shirt off The French DJ's back. Arguemtents with people I've never met about the fact that I've never met them. People bigging up the Thundercats T-shirt I was wearing. Punching walls. Spilling drink on myself. Slurring badly. Mumbles spilling the contents of a glow stick all over himself. The worrying thing is that there are still surprises in store within my head. It's Monday now and I'm still finding out new things that had happened.
Then after work we went to a birthday party. The drinking and violence continued. It was good to see the Monk after so long. After a while we made a deal and if I went clubbing then we would have a game of slaps. Only with me using my face instead of hands. It seems that I was at a tactical disadvantage and lost.
It didn't stop there though. The slapping got harder and harder. It turned to punching and then rabbit punches in an endless stream of abuse. Which was nice. My jaw kinda stings now and for some reason my nose hurts. I don't think I was hit in the nose.
Well that's you up to date on my day to days. I think I better stay off the drink for a little while. Just while my injuries heal at least hehe.
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