Current mood:	fucked
Current music:	my brain wanting to get out

slowly killing my self. (a little melodramatic for this time in the morning)
48 hour fender bender is such a bad idea, why must i do these things to my self. i have no strength left in me.

first night, me and martina were going out for a few drinks then a few more, and ben would comedown after he had something to eat , and when we had finished at the tequila bar, we had two pitchers and one of them turned into something that looked like mud mixed with water but still tasted nice.ben came down i like ben hes funny,

oh important note ; martina was in a dress, (so was i) stunning , i mean dear gawd pick me up off the floor.

so yes night one, after lots and lots of tequila, we went to the the other nice pub in town. (the one nido had a few drinks in) people who went to that would know what the hell im talking about. we go in there and we sit in the beer garden which i might aff for the fun factor the beer garden is on the second floor,  so yes we drink some more a lot more, im getting asked lots of questions and general talking with people about my kilt. i think i should ware it out every time i go out as it seems to get a good reaction out of peo[ple even if it only shock reaction. of which talking with some guy i got asked out , and i said that we were thinking about going to the clubs afterwards and that i would meet him there, he was not bad, i would not say no.

all was going well till the rum came along and hit me like a train,  i was so gone after 4/5 dubble shots of that stuff, and then proceeded to throw up, and safe to say that i did not go to the clubs and meet up with this guy. martina had a hangover i dont get them and was up at about 7am the next day, the room was still spinning.

things lernt from that night; i know how much it takes to make me throw up, and thats a lot!!

next goal is to drink enough to pass out.

the second night out; dear gawd that night is going to change my view on a few things.

i head up to jamies to get changed for the night, meet people, i had a diffrent image of one of the fundermental people up there.  i dont know why but i though she would be diffrent,

four in the back of jamies dads car was a squeeses. got up to the pub and had a game of pool with joe who is 8 i think, yes there really was a 17 year old guy playing pool with an 8 year old, and guess what he won. and it was not due to the tack he was better than me i was winning hands down till that is i potted the black ball. i cant belive i did that.

sat talking with tony for a good bit of the nigh till he headded of home, and liz too, the people i went to wales with, and there planning to go again in october and im invited to go down there again and try to kill my self walking up moutians.

danced with several people including jamie, he made me spill my drink no drop my drink, which was quite funny, ballroom dancing to anything people were sining, i even danced with joe and luke wile i think liz and jamies mom were sining away, i cant say much i was up there too, never in tune or even in time with the song, queens dont stop me now has such smutty lines in them.

sat, chatted, bought drinks, even for some one at the bar which i had then just met and started talking with. i seem to do that alot when im drunk.
always much fun.

people got very drunk. and had fun which was the main thing.

i endded crashing at stevens house (i think that was his name) i had just met him that night too, well i met a lot of people only just that night.

some people saw some action that night.

talks we insightfull and really quite random, plus some on going debates which it seems that one more had joined my side as it were, i really dont what to be right. hon i really dont, but even she thinks along the same lines as me.

headded out at about 8am  something like that and went back to jamies to pick up stuff and have a drink, of tea this time. 

went home and went to bed for a few hours before having to go to work.