Today has been so weird so far. Partly because last night I got drunk, horribly so. Not horribly so because I was too drunk, but because it was at the wrong time. I drunk a twoey from about 7-8pm and then didn't drink again for the rest of the night. Perfect for a few hours but then I just felt dizzy and sleepy. The Nags Head is a blur and town was a bore. At least I was luckily saved from the cemetery walk home by Jowee C and ended up asleep around 5am after a lot of Sigur Ros.
Woke up today at 10 and have since been skating in Wycombe for a few hours, bought some cider (I'm waging war on my tongue and forcing her to like the cheapest cider I could find, mean but when it's £1.20 for 2 litres it's worth it) Headed to the Rye for a 'party' where there was a May fair and skated a bit more in the Irish Club car park. I was just a little too drunk to roll properly but it was nice! Tom dropped me home and I did about 40 ollies on Terry Road, came in and showered. Now I'm just drying off and sobering up, preparing for a BBQ down the road with my family.
I think I've decided to fuck the whole 'not on the ground' thing. I found my brother's fishtail in the garage last week so once I get some new wheels for it I'm learning how to Spacewalk. I've got a John Lennon sticker ready and everything.
