Sunday, January 25, 2004

It's always a good day with two scoops of raisins.
Another eventful Saturday. My friends Thomas, Gavin and I went to see a rugby game in which one of our other friends, Gruffy, was playing. His team lost, but Gruffy got man of the match, for which he was treated to a Yard of Ale, which he had to drink infront of everyone. That was at about 4:30, and, from then on the four of us didn't stop drinking.

Some of you will have noticed via my DOB that I am 16, thusly I am too young to drink, making this a lie. All I have to say to that is come visit South Wales, where proof of age is a thing of fantasy.

Anyway, after that we went to Johhny's house, and spend the rest of the night there. Gavin, who had been drinking for much of the day, now had to suffer the consequences... as he stumbled up and down the street outside Johnny's house, trying to find a place to sleep. He was adamant that he didn't want to go home, and so we eventually convinced him to sleep in Johnny's house. So, he lay in Johnny's bed unconcious for the rest of the night.

Gruffy was still struggling from his yard of ale, but John was constantly offering drinks... and it never seemed to occur to anyone that they could say 'no'. Before long we were all in a Wayne's World like state, all sitting on the sofa, bobbing our heads as Bohemian Rhapsody blared out on the television. I then spent the rest of the evening fighting for the TV remote with some girls... I still can't figure out where they came from, but I was drunk, and they were trying to get me to play Kylie Minogue video's. Needless to say, I had the last laugh... because when 'Warning' by Greenday came on, even the girls knew it was time to shut up. They just laughed as me and Gruff sang along like idiots.

I was about to phone my Dad to pick me up, when Tom said I could sleep over his house. My parents said that was OK, so we were good to go. We left Johnny's house, leaving Gruff, Gavin, Johnny and the girls to wonder where we had gone.

I woke up at about 8am, amazed that my head felt fine and I could remember so much. Thomas was far more worse for wear. Thomas' mother was gracious enough to cook us a lovely breakfast, all the while making jokes about how drunk we were the night before. Then my Dad picked me up, I posted on Star Wars: Potential Revealed... then I came and wrote this. Now I am off to play soccer with the boys and make fun of Gavin for passing out and being a jackass. Fun times...

I don't drink very much at all... but over here people certainly are a lot more lenient than they are in a place like America. So, for all you up and coming underage drinkers, come to Wales... it's great.
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