New Years Eve, 2004
Or maybe 2005 I don't remember which. Probably 2003 actually. Anyway I digress. It was New Year's eve and we were still young enough to be under the impression that you don't need too plan anything on New Year's eve and that as the greatest night of the year there'll be loads of parties! We'll just go from one to the next!

Ignoring the fact that at this time in my life I, like the majority of my closest friends, were massive pot heads, my one friend E had managed to score some mushrooms off his sister. We've now all done them since but this was a relatively new thing so only E (I'll be honest) had the bottle to do them. E was always the one to 'consume to the extreme' when it came to drink and such like, and on the way back to his, as 'my folks are out at a party', we were walking through the park with E munching on this bag of mushies like it was a big bag of the tastiest crisps you'd ever seen. There was even a thrust and a *munch, munch* "you sure you don't want any?"

Anyway, fast forward about an hour or so and it's about 8:30 sat at E's house and we notice Alice's favourite fungi are starting to take hold. E goes to the bog and a few seconds later stumbles back in the room.

"E, what the fuck man?" my friend D asks. Now this was a few years ago and I honestly can't remember if we'd discussed this at any point while E was out the room, or if we all just played along, but of course E responds with a puzzled, "Huh?"

"Seriously E mate you've got to sort it out I can't believe what you've done"
"Yeah man," someone else chimes in, "that's bang out of order"
"Huh? What?" E asks, completely baffled.
"What you don't remember? You don't remember being sick upstairs? You threw up everywhere man, you passed out and completely missed new year's, you were out for hours!"
E looks at us completely miffed, "it's only half past eight" he goes.
"What?" Someone says, "mate it's two thirty in the morning, you don't remember your parents coming in and shouting at you? Your dad's gone mental"
"E mate, you'd better go and start cleaning that puke up upstairs"
"What puke?"
"You don't remember puking everywhere? It's all over everything mate go and have a look"...

So we manage to convince poor old E to go upstairs and have a look at this puke we'd convinced him was there. Not 45 seconds later he stumbles back in and we continue nonchalantly on, "Huh? There's no puke up there?"
"Um, what mate?"
"You said there was puke up there? What time is it?"
"It's half eight mate what are you talking about I thought you just went to he lav?"
"Oh. Oh god, no. You've got to go. You all need to go. Right now"

So that's how we ended up spending our New Year's eve midnight walking down the street trying to find a party, with E at home on his own trying to work out what the hell had happened and me saying, "look at all them fireworks. It must be midnight, happy new year lads"
(Mr_Lew, Thu 12 Jan 2012, 19:20, Reply)