What a tops weekend, started rather late on Saturday night, instead of boring family dinner, I decided to catch the train into Newtown to meet Daniel
spiral2spiral for a "while the cat's away" sleep over. After discovering no trains were actually going to Newtown, Daniel kindly rescued me from Sydenham station.
Cue an evening of drinking four seperate types of alcohol, oh my. Can anyway say Absinthe? Holy shit...after a glass of that I was feeling pretty tops, with the addition of 70 year old canadian club (I always get showered with expensive alcohol) vodka (I can't even remember what that was mixed with?), and the wine I had earlier in the night, things got rather entertaining.
But really, back to the absinthe, ha, I didn't think I was drunk, until I bent down to get my pjama's and almost smacked my head on the floor, haha, classy.
Cue a night of watching lots of scrubs, listening to Pink floyd, and Daniel insisting on us watching rage in the background, ha, then us both deciding on which songs were worthy of turning down floyd to listen, I can't remember what songs we picked? but they were fun, haha, we were much hoping for Interpol famous puppet clip, it didn't happen,
this time. ;p Then enters the drunken heart to heart, oh my, we haven't had one of these for so long, it was awesome, I cried, ha, I always cry, haha.
After much begging, I agreed to stop drinking and go to bed at half past three. In my drunken state I thought the foxtel channel (103 I think it was) was actually a clock, and that it was only one a.m. I had no answer for why it had been one a.m for the last so many hours......
Bed was fun too, hooray for drunken spooning, awwww young love.
Daniel made a silly attempt to wake me up early for Seinfeld, I think I may have groaned and rolled over, I eventually woke up to Joanne ringing me.
"Jen, hey, are you okay?"
"uhhhh jfiejnkrek laadkjsl absinthe, oh shit akkjareljrejrwkl good morning, hang on"
*vomits* "hi joanne, yeah I'm better now, see you in newtown"
Holy crap, lovely Daniel drove me in, after much searching, Joanne and I found a funky looking italian place, I ordered a not so smart hangover option of a milkshake and creamy tortellini, oh man it was awesome, we ate way too much and decided to walk it off while Joanne looked for winter clothes. Again we ended up sitting in the park talking about boys and dogs, ha, what a weekend, two awesome friends, two hilarious days, and only one session of vomiting, that's got to be some kind of record.
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