Rangy Manatee

One party down and I'm still breathing. Phew. It is working out okay for me. Who spells the word ok like 'okay'? Losers.

Anyway, I digress.

Good party for those who didn't attend. Among the first to arrive was someone bearing a litre bottle of absinthe. Now I'm prone to suggestion at the best of times but when he basically said I could have it, I did the sensible thing and ran away cackling like a madman, clutching the bottle to my chest and did many rounds with my friends. It was, basically, where the memories fade.

And many people did come and I have felt rather sick all day but I have managed to savour my hangover. I really revelled in it. Spent much of the day in bed. Tidied up and am having a lovely time right now just downloading shit loads of Beachwood Sparks, Pavement, whatever I can lay my grubby little IP on.

Ok, I'd love to give gossip and continue my musing about the joys of a savoured hangover (sex, greasy food, sharing stories, watching films; all while feeling just a little bit mucky...) I kinda can't quite bring myself to it. More later.