Are you ready?
Cause I sure as fuck am.
Alright so, I don't really remember where I left off or what I've done since so I'll start with the bit I mostly remember from= Saturday.
The morning was spent taking absolutely vain as fuck pictures of myself because MY NEW SHORTS HAVE ARRIVED and FUCK they are AMAAAAZIIIIIING. Really like the shorts just in case you didn't get that. Yeah. This was due to a request from hot crush Dean which is awesome cause it means he thinks I'm bangin. As in hot. Either way, came out awesome (not booby enough apparently- cheeky fuck). Then I waited patiently untill 5pm which is when my invite was to the never ending barbecue. I got there a little after that since a mass detour towards the shops to stock up on alcohol and cigarettes. Either way, the table was perfectly laid, my hostess a little bit drunk already and the chicken was marinated. Pretty much everything you'd want from an awesome barbecue tiem. There was A LOT of food on the table which no one touched out of politeness I would say but in hindsight this was a bad idea as I hadn't eaten all day and was now drinking shots of vodka gulped down with Jacques on an empty stomach. Then "The neighbor" came over. He was acquainted with Beatrice but not too well but was still invited to the festivities on the assumption that just because we're Lithuanian means we're definitely all gonna get along perfectly. I also call him the neighbor because despite the fact that he introduced himself to me I only learnt his name after he left on Monday. Either way, he arrived and we started drinking even more. Then Beatrice's aunt came out who's the most badass aunt in the history of the world, drank with us and then read our tarot cards. Even though I thought it was bullshit I persevered and asked the cards a question. The answer was this.
The thing that you want may not be worth fighting for.
There is going to be someone or something in your way.
In the end listen to your heart and not your head when it comes to decision time.
I'm not really sure whether it's accurate or relevant but the last card I guess says it all IMO. Either way, that was probably all I got to do on Saturday (don't remember?) apart from I drunkenly called Liam while throwing up, luckily there was no answer to my desperate drunken calls. LITERALLY WHAT WOULD I HAVE SAID!? Fuck. I can't believe that nearly actually happened. After that I swiftly passed out and was later joined by The Neighbor who left a massive sick present on the floor outside for everyone before going sleep.
Sunday began at 5am. I am not kidding you. To be fair we were passed out cold by like 10 so it was a semi decent amount of sleep. The moment we woke up I realised what I have done, alcohol and drunken phoning wise. The next few hours I sat there trying my best not to throw up and actually eat something, while still drinking wine. By 7am we had music on and the barbecue was fully lit and the festivities began again. I joined in as much as I could but retired to beddies shortly after throwing up from the smell of Beatrice's dog's poop. I slept untill 12 (with everyone joining me for naptimes and going sleep aswell) and then ran home- shoeless because even NOW my shoes are still missing. I showered off the pain from the night before and got changed into non smelly clothes and headed off to Beatrice's again. I figured the only way to proper kill off the hangover is to drink some more. So, by the time I got to Beatrice's everyone was awake again and had gone to the shop to get more food and alcohol supplies. The day was spent somewhat uneventfully despite having a seriously awesome time and watching Beatrice slowly disintegrate into a drunken mess. By the evening she was so bad she couldn't walk anywhere without falling over, couldn't lift a glass/can without pouring it all onto herself, couldn't smoke a cigarette without dropping it, most of the time on herself. The highlight of the night was going to the shops like that, beatrice bra-less and with a mini skirt and a tummy revealing sweater on, not being able to pick anything up without dropping it, and she was dropping it A LOT, and then not actually being able to insert her card into the reader. Either way, this was 9pm and The Neighbour had set off for his night shift. Beatrice then swiftly passed out and got completely naked and then lunged at me when I brought her chicken. After that we decided we should probably get some normal sleep, and were in bed by 11. I stayed online and flirted shamelessly with Dean.
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