Aeuauueeuegh. At least I think that's how you'd spell it. Sunday very early afternoon, and I'm round at David P's. Well I kipped over here last night and haven't left yet, so don't go thinking I'm up and about this early on a Sunday. Well, what a weekend so far.
Friday evening: Drinks in the canteen at work to celebrate my leaving. We managed to spin those out until about 7pm when the hardcore few headed up to the Academy. Some drunken phone calls whilst imbibing more vodka, and 4 big bowls of chips later... I stumbled home and had arranged to meet Darryl down at the Kazbar in Clapham. A couple more sherries there, and suddenly we were down the 2 Brewers. In a shock move. It was one of those evenings that somehow gathered its own momentum and so after lots of singing and dancing we were in Sub South by 2.30am! The music, shocking at first, picked up and by the end it was really good - quite hard like Trade. Darryl and I were swept out at 5am and decided to go back to his and chill. Think we played nearly every Eurovision Song Contest entry from about 1990 onwards and just nattered. Managed to make yet another bizarre connection - the third guy I ever slept with is a good friend of Darryl's and in fact Darryl was over at Andy's house for a 40th birthday party just the other week! Weird. But fun.
Saturday: Rieg arrived at about 9.30am to accompany Darryl to Ikea, and at that point I decided to head home. Showered and watched telly. Nick arrived back from the gym. We nattered a bit and then eventually headed into town. Met up with Stevie P, Baby Tom, David P and Little Andrew in the Edge and had a refreshing vodka - for medicinal purposes obviously. Me, David and Andrew then went shopping, but it turned into more of a coffee shop crawl than anything else. I managed some food at about 4.30pm, which was nice. I finally succumbed to the lure of sleep and headed home. Dozed for about an hour and a half before getting my stuff together and heading round to David's. Chatty Paul and Andrew were already in evidence, and the four of us drank lots of vodka, sanced round the apartment to Out and About and ate Chinese food - lovely. Down to Hope for the remainder of the evening - primarily to help David celebrate his birthday. The gangs were all there. David's lot, us lot, Darryl and Rieg, Mike, Nick, Jason, Karl, Rob and Wayne, Nick and his lot (out for Peter's birthday), Scally... great fun. We danced the night away. Boy did we. And finally home here to David's about 5.30am. More vodka and chats - one to Big Steve(!) and finally crashed out gone 6.30am. Nice weekend so far, and we've still got the Vauxhall to come!!