Awesome Drunken Adventures!

So i wasn't going to go out this weekend. On saturday i asked Noodle if there was anything she wanted to talk about. we beat around the bush for hours talking about monkeys and we decided to talk some more in the evening. This decision was made mainly because i had work to do. On saturday. Yes, my life is glamorous.

But this wasn't to be, my mate Lawrence was feeling depressed, so we decided to hit the town in full force, all the boys. i also made a promise to mate Griff, after we decided to go out. you see usually, i find a way to leave the party train before it gets too late, so that i can get some sleep and recover, and so that the hangover the next day isn't so bad. But Griff made me promise that i'd keep up with him that night.

I should never had made that promise.

To put it simply, Griff is crazy. when it comes to drinking i have yet to meet someone with an Iron Liver like his. We drank, then we drank, and then we drank some more. Also, we watched some 24.

is it just me, or is Jack Bauer the most kickass Counter Terrorist ever? If he was in Counter Strike everyone would pick him.

so it's five in the morning, and we finish the drinks, we're at Griffs house, and i am too drunk to go home. So i say my good mornings and knock out in the spare room. Hello drunken sleep.

two hours later, there is a cat in my face, meowing so freakin' loudly.

this wakes me up with a start, for one, i'm still drunk, i'm confused because i'm in a strange bed, and this cat is getting in the way of me sleeping. so i do what any normal man would do. i punch the cat as hard as i can.

what's weird about the whole thing is that Griff doesn't even have a freaking cat.

and that was my awesome weekend, and now i have an awesome hangover.

i need a girlfriend...