Thought I'd bump this again as I was going to post what happened on Saturday night on Sunday but I'd forgot how to walk and spent most of the day hiding from noises (mostly coming from my 4 year old nephew!
We went to the first party In Croxteth and had a few pints and a couple of silly shots. Had a bit of a boogy to the decent band (they did The Strokes, Fratellis and Arctic Monkeys so they were winners in my eyes!)
There I got a lovely blonde Australian girl's number and swiftly left! (Meeting her on Thursday, gorgeous she is!
Next up was a party by Vauxhall Road in the Sylvestrian (I think) were more pints were to come! I seen one of my old tutors from my foundation year last year so I had a gab to him, but I quickly realised I was getting drunker as I hadn't stop shaking his hand for about 5 minutes!
That party ended up with one of our mates boring us to death as he was that drunk and thought he was interesting, so I decided I'd try my hand with a few nearby ladies! A few sh*te chat up lines later and I was back to our table with my tail between my legs!
We got off about 1:30am and me mate was driving so we jumped in his Astra (all above board, he was on the 'Mahatma Gandhi's' all night!
) and drove back to ours! There we opened the fridge to a sh*t load of ale and carried on with a kebab and the Jeff Lacey fight!
Me mate was killing everyone with his relentless chatter, and I thought he was going to hit the deck quicker than Graham Earl in the Khan fight!
Thankfully, I could switch off
We got to the Hatton fight, and I was drunk beyond belief! I soldiered on through that, sitting there gutted when he lost! Everyone else started to filter out! Me Uncle went home! Me mate who had 10 bob in his meter finally ran out of steam and sloped up the stairs into bed. And I stayed up with me other mate who I gabbed to about God knows what until I rudely fell asleep half way through one of his conversations!
6:30am, and I was in bed!
Not a bad weekend! Got a date with a bird off Neighbours and a two day hangover!