This Weekend...

Wow.

I sit in front of my computer for the first time since Friday. That's two days. Call me a nerd, but computers are my drug.

I have however, found a new drug. It's called partying for two days straight. I thought I might write it down, because I really never want to forget it really. Consider that I'm crazy, but now ridiculously active at parties unless I'm drunk.

Friday:

Halloween Parties are the best. You dress up as Michael Jackson, get hammered, and win a shot for runner up best costume. The person who won was a bird who dressed up as a cheerleader, kind've expected that a girl with legs that good would win. I can hardly do the moonwalk when drunk. But, hey. T'was good fun.

Saturday:

This was meant to start off as a day where I got up from my friend's couch, had a shower, went into town, and met the girl of my dreams, and then went back home at about 7 or 8 cause she was going to an 18th.

It didn't.

I got up from my friend's couch, had a shower, went to town, met the girl of my dreams. But then it stopped. Why? Because I'm crazy when I have an unlimited travel ticket which'll bring me anywhere in this incredible city where homophobic drunks, flamboyant gays, and religious priests live in harmony. And let's not forget the Hari Krishna. They are sooo cool.

So, I went to the 18th. But in complete and utter style. I was the strange random stranger which noone actually knew. So, we formulated a plan. I was to be the guy to introduce the stripper, and then gatecrash the party. Great fun. So I did.

I gatecrashed another party.

So while I'm at this 18th, I realise I'm like one of only like, four guys at the whole party. The rest were female. So, they don't drink much do they? Now, the party, like any good Irish party, was well stocked with alcohol. So, seeing these three guys and me, the mother comes up to us and goes: "There's a few crates of everything in the back garden. Drink".

I took these words to heart. And I got blissfully drunk. That's always a good thing. Funny, but my mixing of beer, cider, and spirits didn't really have any affect on my health. Hopefully it won't for another twenty odd years or so anyway. It got me drunk though.

I realised that after six hours of straight drinking, that I had to get the last bus out of this place, and get back to my hometown which was the other side of this glorious city. So, I went to the bus stop.
Three buses passed me by. Granted, the first two had lovely big "Out of Service" signs on them. So I wasn't really to angry with those ones. Then I got really pissed. The 31 bus passes me, and I wave my phone light at him, he flashes his lights as if life is great, and passes me out. Bastard. I love him though.

The girl of my dreams texts me (let's call her Lou, as in Mary-Lou, cause I like keeping the characters of my stories anonymous). "You get the bus?", and I'm like, "No". So, I'm invited to get picked up by her brother, and stay over at her house. That's fine, I'm like "Cool". I'm waiting around for about half an hour, I'm a patient guy. But after having a drunken conversation with a guy coming back from work, I get a little bit worried. So I check my phone. Shit! I ran out of battery! Life is so shit.

I'm there standing in the middle of nowhere, being passed out by sneaky busdrivers, and taxi's I can't afford, all on my own. BOLLICKS! I shouted for about twenty seconds. Then I was embarrassed. Why? Because her brother was on the other side of the road, asking me if I was Lou's friend. That was embarrassing. But I was too drunk to go red.

Happy ending eh? Not quite yet.

So, I arrive at Lou's house. And there we are in the Kitchen discussing what to do. She's like due to leave for the airport for to go to Berlin at half-four. So, there we are, thinking. It's too short a time to sleep. So, let's go outside. It's ten past one in the morning, and we go for a walk. It was so nice.

Funny thing is, we realised that we didn't just have three hours. We had four. Why? The clocks changed that night, giving us an extra hour. It's like a weird sort of fate that I just loved. I savoured every moment. Then she left for Berlin.

So, I wake up next morning in Lou's house. I get on the bus home. It was a great night, a brilliant night, a fantastic night. I want it embedded in my memory forever. It's random enough to be a dream, but it's true. That is, if life's not a dream, it's true. It was great. I love life. I love fate.

I love that chap who thought of changing time because it would save electricity during the war, therefore it would save money, and I would have that extra hour with Lou.

And so I will always be reminded of it, I document it here, so that it may never be edited.

And so the remnants of alcohol leave my system, and I am sober again. I listen to Badly Drawn Boy, and it keeps me sane. I'm crazy, weird, and psychopathic. But I'm also human. And I think that's why God loves me so much.