Soo much geekery.....
As I write this I'm struggling not to writhe on the floor in sheer pleasure.
In fact I think I will
So where do I begin. Saturday the 14th. Went out and watched the history boys with such friends as little Alex, Wil and Mara to list a few. Not only is the movie friggin' brilliant afterwards we once again went filming.
This time, to Wil and my shotgun's credit, I was in a more major role.
Also, the lack of a horrific soundtrack (or any sound track at all for that matter) and hilarious silent film-esque subtitles could only have made it better.
Yes, I do look like a complete psycho but what do you expect the Mean Dream to look like?
Note also that I have female dream minions. This can only be a good thing.
This little jaunt to the outside however, was only the prelude to possibly the greatest day in my life.
My 18th birthday party.
We had 8, that's right folks 8 friggin' player Mario Kart. We had bottle upon bottle of hard liquor, 16 token beers or something. Soul Calibur, Smash bros, it was a veritable orgy of geekery. I had at least 5 shots before 3 in the afternoon. To put this into perspective, the party began at 1.
Shot number four
The results of shot number four
Yes folks, I actually remembered I was Indian.
What the hell?
And if you think it got better from there.... well you're mistaken. I drunk more, and more and more. And for you lightweights out there, not once was I sick, I never even got close. Well I might've got close, but I wasn't, so you all lose!
The rest of the evening is lost in a drunken haze. All I know is that guys were kissed, cigars were smoked and more videogames were played.
Kudos to Simon and Mark who win most insane present ever prize. A collosal red dragon pushes the "Jesus Saves T-shirt" from top spot.
But oooh no, that wasn't it.
Nooooo, a week of world of warcraft later and another party appeared on the horizon.
Ladies and Gentlemen. Thanks to the great Mara, provider of pizza, beer and all things pleasant, the star wars marathon of justice was attempted.
In admittedly a slightly more sober environment we attempted to watch every single star wars episode in a row.
Rather unfortunately, we were booted out of the house at midnight.
This meant that only 5 of a possible 6 episodes were watched.
However, we made up for this with geeky discussions about star wars novels, how much hotter dark side Anakin is, why Padme didn't pass her looks to Leia and later in the night, porn, with a slightly outlandish edge to it.
I never quite realised how evil Tom Dancaster is. He joins Mara and me in a triumverate of evil stationed on the leather couch of star wars.
After all that horrendous geekery, Nick Kassam's 18th is on the schedule tonight. My best wishes to him and Sophie Fenton who is sharing it as her 17th.
With that, happy Divali and happy new year to the lot of you.
I shall be celebrating in a typically pious hindu style.
Wake me up if I stop drinking.
As I write this I'm struggling not to writhe on the floor in sheer pleasure.
In fact I think I will
So where do I begin. Saturday the 14th. Went out and watched the history boys with such friends as little Alex, Wil and Mara to list a few. Not only is the movie friggin' brilliant afterwards we once again went filming.
This time, to Wil and my shotgun's credit, I was in a more major role.
Also, the lack of a horrific soundtrack (or any sound track at all for that matter) and hilarious silent film-esque subtitles could only have made it better.
Yes, I do look like a complete psycho but what do you expect the Mean Dream to look like?
Note also that I have female dream minions. This can only be a good thing.
This little jaunt to the outside however, was only the prelude to possibly the greatest day in my life.
My 18th birthday party.
We had 8, that's right folks 8 friggin' player Mario Kart. We had bottle upon bottle of hard liquor, 16 token beers or something. Soul Calibur, Smash bros, it was a veritable orgy of geekery. I had at least 5 shots before 3 in the afternoon. To put this into perspective, the party began at 1.
Shot number four
The results of shot number four
Yes folks, I actually remembered I was Indian.
What the hell?
And if you think it got better from there.... well you're mistaken. I drunk more, and more and more. And for you lightweights out there, not once was I sick, I never even got close. Well I might've got close, but I wasn't, so you all lose!
The rest of the evening is lost in a drunken haze. All I know is that guys were kissed, cigars were smoked and more videogames were played.
Kudos to Simon and Mark who win most insane present ever prize. A collosal red dragon pushes the "Jesus Saves T-shirt" from top spot.
But oooh no, that wasn't it.
Nooooo, a week of world of warcraft later and another party appeared on the horizon.
Ladies and Gentlemen. Thanks to the great Mara, provider of pizza, beer and all things pleasant, the star wars marathon of justice was attempted.
In admittedly a slightly more sober environment we attempted to watch every single star wars episode in a row.
Rather unfortunately, we were booted out of the house at midnight.
This meant that only 5 of a possible 6 episodes were watched.
However, we made up for this with geeky discussions about star wars novels, how much hotter dark side Anakin is, why Padme didn't pass her looks to Leia and later in the night, porn, with a slightly outlandish edge to it.
I never quite realised how evil Tom Dancaster is. He joins Mara and me in a triumverate of evil stationed on the leather couch of star wars.
After all that horrendous geekery, Nick Kassam's 18th is on the schedule tonight. My best wishes to him and Sophie Fenton who is sharing it as her 17th.
With that, happy Divali and happy new year to the lot of you.
I shall be celebrating in a typically pious hindu style.
Wake me up if I stop drinking.
posted by Natural 20 at 2:15 pm
2 Comments:
You need to sing less and drink more
That is all
Amen.
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