Had ourselves a good ole time on Saturday night, with a semi impromptu boozeup at my place. The last week has seen tempretures start dropping to nipple-hardening coldness, and so we busted out the brazier, got some firewood and summoned the congregation to gather for fun, frivolity and festively fullsome frolics.
The backyard was the nexus for this celebration, and the roaring fire kept us warm and in good spirits, not to mention good spirits; I was on the whiskey all evening, with occasional injections of brandy and rum from the maliciously generous Nav, one of the first year design students that we've decided to corrupt.
I met Annah's uni friend Talia, who is an Eddie Izzard fan and thusly qualifies as awesome. Even if she did constantly spill coke on my nice new jeans. They egged each other on so much during the evening that sitting close by was an exercise in dodging the fountain-like sprays of beverage as they sporadically convulsed with laughter.
All in all a good time was had. Big ups to those who turned up, ya'll.
The horrendous hang over was worth it.
