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friday night at resurrected - mostly ace apart from having to escort nikki from a club. nice to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keefybabe and lindabird out and about amongst the usual suspects. _r_e_d_ made me drink pints of water when I got home so no hangover for me the next day. poor ian got stuck in the middle of a two way general pissed bird rant tho.
got up about 10:30 and started to cook my chicken cous-cous - decided not to bother with the running portion of squad training as I was busy busy busy - left red and geof in charge of some sort of pasta salad construction. did squad training (no one kicked me across the room - yay!) got extremely tired and sweaty and crawled home into a bath. loaded up the car with extra ian and headed to bradford viawsogmm's. managed to park right by the uni. met up with lots of lovely people and then went for a curry with additional sam, andy, holly and brad that we'd collected in the bar. ace. huge naan bread and mucho curry later we went back up to infest and had some beers with the likes of beckie, smiggy, spider, shona etc. most pleasant. rolled home about 11 and went straight to bed.
up at 8:30 on sunday - had previously been unaware of the existance of 8:30 on sundays but hey - life's a learning experience... loaded the car with goodies and duvet, picked upbreadlord and screaming_harpy and headed down the m1 to the sound of war of the worlds combined with bradshaw shouting abuse at family cars and wallace arnold coaches. in the bear ears. swigging strong cheap cider. got down there with relative ease and arrived about 12:45. met lupe101. lupe101 met us. lupe feared the height (and possibly the drunkeness) of the brad. met the many lovely people at the pye house (mathew, caroline, helen, debbie, ryan, gyles and the lanky bloke come to mind although there were many more)
after the offical parade and opening ceremony (including a fab casio song by johnny hercules and then an excellent song by a real folk singer called Roy Bailey) we prepared for the first event, the egg and spoon. I came second in my round. brad broke his egg in disgust after coming last in his round.
interlude. drinking. snacking. satan pie. then the tray game. a truely inspired gladatorial sport which will henceforth be introduced to the pods of leeds. brad went out in the first. probably due to immenent alcohol poisoning and mooned everyone, including the five tear old kid and the 15 year old virgin. I lost out in my third round to the aforementioned lanky bloke who I believe went onto the final. geof did even better. angie had a whale of a time co-umpiring it.
more snacking and drinking. brad passes out.
further sporting activity - bouncey shoe race and 5 aside football (which I reffed)
brad wakes up, is sick, returns to life.
things become a blur. I lost my lip ring so spent quite some time with grass through the hole followed by dental floss. there was fun and pizza and more wine than I could count (ie more than 4 wine) I believe there was much orange ranting although I don't remember it...
ah well dragged our sorry asses away at 12:30 the next day having had a remarkable time. it was so nice to finally put faces to names and experience the pye house at full swing. there were many highlights but I'll pick the five year old blond child coming up to me in a gas mask going 'muuuuummmy? are you my mummy?' at me (damn you people and your bribery of children)
ace.
keefybabe and lindabird out and about amongst the usual suspects. _r_e_d_ made me drink pints of water when I got home so no hangover for me the next day. poor ian got stuck in the middle of a two way general pissed bird rant tho.got up about 10:30 and started to cook my chicken cous-cous - decided not to bother with the running portion of squad training as I was busy busy busy - left red and geof in charge of some sort of pasta salad construction. did squad training (no one kicked me across the room - yay!) got extremely tired and sweaty and crawled home into a bath. loaded up the car with extra ian and headed to bradford via
wsogmm's. managed to park right by the uni. met up with lots of lovely people and then went for a curry with additional sam, andy, holly and brad that we'd collected in the bar. ace. huge naan bread and mucho curry later we went back up to infest and had some beers with the likes of beckie, smiggy, spider, shona etc. most pleasant. rolled home about 11 and went straight to bed. up at 8:30 on sunday - had previously been unaware of the existance of 8:30 on sundays but hey - life's a learning experience... loaded the car with goodies and duvet, picked up
breadlord and screaming_harpy and headed down the m1 to the sound of war of the worlds combined with bradshaw shouting abuse at family cars and wallace arnold coaches. in the bear ears. swigging strong cheap cider. got down there with relative ease and arrived about 12:45. met lupe101. lupe101 met us. lupe feared the height (and possibly the drunkeness) of the brad. met the many lovely people at the pye house (mathew, caroline, helen, debbie, ryan, gyles and the lanky bloke come to mind although there were many more)after the offical parade and opening ceremony (including a fab casio song by johnny hercules and then an excellent song by a real folk singer called Roy Bailey) we prepared for the first event, the egg and spoon. I came second in my round. brad broke his egg in disgust after coming last in his round.
interlude. drinking. snacking. satan pie. then the tray game. a truely inspired gladatorial sport which will henceforth be introduced to the pods of leeds. brad went out in the first. probably due to immenent alcohol poisoning and mooned everyone, including the five tear old kid and the 15 year old virgin. I lost out in my third round to the aforementioned lanky bloke who I believe went onto the final. geof did even better. angie had a whale of a time co-umpiring it.
more snacking and drinking. brad passes out.
further sporting activity - bouncey shoe race and 5 aside football (which I reffed)
brad wakes up, is sick, returns to life.
things become a blur. I lost my lip ring so spent quite some time with grass through the hole followed by dental floss. there was fun and pizza and more wine than I could count (ie more than 4 wine) I believe there was much orange ranting although I don't remember it...
ah well dragged our sorry asses away at 12:30 the next day having had a remarkable time. it was so nice to finally put faces to names and experience the pye house at full swing. there were many highlights but I'll pick the five year old blond child coming up to me in a gas mask going 'muuuuummmy? are you my mummy?' at me (damn you people and your bribery of children)
ace.
