On Friday evening Josh, Jeff and I were provided for yet again at Devon's flat - Annabel's parents were visiting, and they needed a bunch of self-important egomaniacs to provide conversation. Or something. Off we trooped, with me declaring that afterwards "I might come out for one, but that's all."

Fast forward to Medina, approximately 2.30 am: everyone else has left apart from me and an old school friend that is roughly as drunk as I am. That's an 'old school-friend', not 'old-school friend'. What would an old-school friend be, I wonder? Someone that listens to a lot of happy hardcore, perhaps.

But I digress.

Friday evening's shenanigans did not provide a good platform from which to launch Saturday night's party at our flat, but we ploughed on regardless. The trip to shopping mall/hell that afternoon to get the booze was a little more sedate (and puffy-eyed) than usual, but by the evening things were comfortably heading towards party format.

The party itself was pretty much the same idea as last time, except that I A) managed to avoid worrying about the lack of people pre-10 pm, and B) failed (was I really trying? Nah, to be honest) to get...friendly with anyone. Perhaps we're getting older; everyone was very well behaved and even the limbo dancing and indoor snowboarding/pull-ups were terribly well mannered, if blind drunk. Everything tooled along nicely until we had to eject a couple of randoms that had enthusiastically shower-gelled the bathroom, but by then - 5 am or so, and more or less daylit - the party fervour was winding down.

On Sunday, after Irn Bru and Dixy Chicken (mmm Dixy Chicken. Cliché licking good), we all wandered to the Meadows, looking for a friend of ours supposed to be visiting from the Netherlands, but to no avail. I spent the rest of Sunday studiously avoiding the mountains of empty bottles and cigarette ash littering the flat, then capitulating around midnight (I'd finally recovered some energy) and doing a bit of half-hearted tidying up.

Rock and roll, folks. Rock and roll. A good party and a day of procrastination: a classic weekend. Hopefully Josh'll have some pictures up soon.

P.S. "...terribly well mannered, if blind drunk"; or, in Antonio's case, "...terribly well mannered, if DRUNK AND STONED." His emphasis, not mine.