fete

The typical Stevie affair. Drinks. Sweeties. Man down at midnight. Me spilling vodka all over my crotch and having to take the bus home with wet pants. The boys went a bit weird and primitive having their faces painted and boasting a water gun fight. And lastly, which is actually firstly, us walking to bloody Turnpike Lane which is in the middle of nowhere and the three of us, (Chris, Alex and I) becoming severely lost and agitated with one another, not speaking, not even remotely happy until we had a burger king whopper. However today I'm not hung over, I just feel insanely gross from having eaten a whopper and a bigmac in one weekend. Today for lunch I had a salad. And tonight I'm only going to eat soup. Fun night though.