Our second flat party aftermath

Well, Friday was Spicy's birthday party, and what a party it was. Sure two people showed up in the first hour and a half, but after that it picked up. I started a loving addiction with vodka jellies...one I hope to continue and exploit in the future....mmmmm. I hope for the next party (most likely the Halloween party) to have alcoholic ice cream. This may or my not be humanly possible, but what a combination. Alcoholic jelly and ice cream.

I'm not going to go into everything that went down, especially the stuff I wasn't there for. What sort of biased view could I have unless I saw it? Exaclty. And yes I did mean biased. You can't have an opinion without being biased one way or the other...or can you? Well obviously I'm biased as to whether you can or not.

Either way, here's what I witnessed/remember. I decided that instead of getting people to hit me when I was drunk, I'd hit them instead. Of course I picked my targets carefully. The target of course being the Monk. He didn't seem to mind either, which was nice. After a few test shots I went for the old "Rub your hands together like a mad man then slap the crap out of him" technique. It worked. In fact it was the greatest slap of all time. After the mighty echoing clap, his glasses span all the way round his head, did another 180 degrees and flew off. I keep having flashbacks. I'm so proud. Added to that the fact that I didn't have to wake up in pain or any more bruised than I already was is a bonus. I'm quite proud of my self restraint on that one.

I must note at this time that Krizzle does an excellent impression of the Monk. We have the photos to prove it.

Mumbles talked me into drinking Uzo again. I hate I hate I hate Uzo. I'd rather shove an uzi down my neck. Every time I have it I need to hit something to take my mind off that godawful taste. This time I punched a couple of walls six times and did a Bruce Lee stomp in the middle of the kitchen. I'm guessing the neighbours didn't like that one, but they were invited to myeh.

Somehow we managed to get into a hugging competition. I felt it necessary to test each hug after the judge tested them, and I have to agree with her decisions (and not just because I won, get in there). Gohan's hugs are a bit too like bear hugs. The French DJ's hug was unusual as he has smaller than expected arms. Not that that's a bad thing. In the end though my one armed technique is nigh on unbeatable lol. My God, that's the first time I've used that expression on here I'm sure. And I'd tried so hard not to.

Later we broke the sacred rules of the drunk and talked, indepth, about religion. If you'd ever wondered about the theory of immortaltiy through the concept of your life having ripple effects on others, then you should have been there. Sure I had to use the analogy of a couple elloping to the woods, having a baby that no one knew about and then all three of them dying to prove that it was possible to stop such ripples before they begin, but it's what had to be done. Yeah, I went there.

As people began to go to sleep, I noticed that Krizzle and the Golddigger both went to sleep in exactly the same positions as they had for our housewarming. Freaky. Funny but freaky.

As I went to bed I was lulled by the constant sound of stamping and the "C" word that dare not speak it's name repeated constantly. It may have been this, or the copious amounts of booze and jelly that caused me to hallucinate as I drifted off into a slumber. As my eyes closed I saw a crowd of people cheering and clamoring towards me. As I began to realise I was hallucinating, the crowd grew less and less interested to the point where they just stood there staring at me. Strangely enough I did get some sleep that night.

The next morning I was rudely awoken by my phone. I was work trying to get me to go in and do some overtime. No chance in the state I had been in. I went to sleep seeing crowds of people in my room. I shouldn't have been put in charge of a phone. I declined their offer.

When I got up for real, I'm sure I was still drunk. My first clue was that I was daring to walk around the flat in my bare feet. The second was when I picked a fight with a fly. His name wwas Geoffrey (for no other reason that he looked like he was called Geoffrey). After cursing him for mocking us with his ability to fly and reach our high ceilings (plus the obligatory fist shaking), I saw the blighter land on the wall beside me. Quick as a drunken flash I struck. Geoffrey, his lower body completely crushed, stuttered then fell. I jumped up in victorious glory, aware of the mocking eyes that had fallen upon me. This however did not sully my mood, for I had vanquished my foe....or so I'd thought. Five minutes later it was pointed out to me that he was still alive. I decided that the only humain and entertaining thing to do would be to smother him. This too failed. As this fly appeared to be immortal, and with the debate of the previous night fresh in my mind, I took further action and glassed his ass with a bottle. Again I shouted my victory cry. And it was good.

It only took us an hour to clean up too. I know I keep mentioning this to people, but bloody hell. It took a gang of us days to get the place completely sorted last time. This time it was just me and Mumbles.

So. Not taking some other stuff into consideration, it was a pretty good party. Thanks to everyone who made it possible. And thanks to those who played me at Halo and Far cry the next morning, who made me feel so much better by losing so badly :)