"runnin' through mah veins"
For my mate's 16th he invited a couple of us round to his house for a "minor bash". Thinking it'd be a quiet affair we dressed casually, jeans and T-shirts. I'd already downed some Vodka and a six pack of Carlsberg in the afternoon so was feeling pretty merry. When we got to his house, (his parents actually owned a shop which he lived above, more on that in a bit) the place was heaving. Full to the brim with middle aged guys in suits. After calling up to the balcony to find out what was going on and almost getting the police called because we looked like scruffy urchins, we got let in. Yeah, unknown to us he shared the same birthday as his dad. So on his Dad's 50th birthday, very respectable do, we invaded.
We got quickly bored of mingling with the upper class so decided to raid the downstairs shelves for sweets and cheap lager. After a few hours of drinking everything we could find we headed back upstairs to indulge in 80's rock karaoke. Trust me, you've never heard Alice Cooper's "Poison" until it's coming out of the mouth of two pissed Welsh lads, shame on me. My other mate was sequestered in the corner eating his girlfriend's face (or so it looked to me) much to the disgust of the business people in the other room. After a riotous night we all called a taxi but when it arrived I realised I didn't have enough cash and freaked out, for some reason I ran away thinking the driver would kick my arse, turns out I was still at my friend's house and hadn't even set foot in the taxi yet. I don't remember how I got home but I must have done, as I woke in my bed with a mouth that tasted like a sewage treatment plant. Ironically his shop is located near one such plant so I was worried there for a bit.
(Suddenly, zebras Safe and sound for eternity, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 18:41, Reply)