twenty seven
It was my birthday on Sunday, and we went out on Saturday night.
Things I remember:
- having a jolly time in the pub, complete with lots of alcohol and a very pleasing turnout of friends.
- playing domino rally with jenga pieces (enormous fun)
- not winning at Jenga (huh).
- getting back to our place and dragging our entire alcohol collection into the centre of the living room floor.
Things I half-remember:
- mixing drinks with a ratio of 1/2 tequila, 1/4 vodka, 1/8 orange juice and 1/8 ribena (for that authentic sunrise look)
- an odd moment, suspended in mid air, when I was clearly in the midst of a fall. Nothing else is remembered, but I have a big bruise to prove it happened.
- glimpses of myself, Vic, Andy, Pete and Andrew dancing like loons to Curtis Mayfield in the exciting nightclub surroundings of... our flat.
- lots of things getting knocked over.
- lying on the pavement outside our front door.
Things I don't remember at all:
- people leaving.
- going to bed.
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4 comments:
For the record, I was NOT dancing like a loon but I can certainly vouch for the fact that loon dancing was happening around me.
"Move On Up" or "People get Ready" ?
Hi Laban,
I think we must have given Move on Up an airing, but the only one which I can definitively remember is the rather Littlejohnesque (Don't Worry) If There's Hell Below We're All Gonna Go, which is appropriate given Andrew's warm greeting - he's hard-wired to bite the ankles of right wing bloggers, as you can see... :-)
No problem. Be a dull world if we all agreed ... I'm just grateful we can without either one worrying about the knock on the door ... just yet.
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