I have a proper functioning keyboard so I’m about to type a hefty post because it’s so nice to type on this thing.
I don’t even know where to begin with this weekend. Four days off work was fucking sweet to say the least.
Went out Friday for my friend Chris’ birthday. There was meant to be a Slipknot tribute band but they split up like the day before. Got super wasted and danced loads. Spent Saturday dying in bed and Sunday preparing for London, ultimate pamper day.
Had to get up at 4-fucking-AM to get ready/prepared to get to London. Six hour coach trip. I did myself fucking proud as I suffer really badly with travel sickness but I was fine. Spent the time having my face and hair stroked by the person sitting behind me and photobombing the women sitting in front.
Once we got there we wandered round for a while and obviously being us we managed to get lost for a bit. Eventually made our way to Forever 21 and some random shop where we were lead to a basement and subsequently feared for our lives. We then went to Primark and good fucking lord, I thought Liverpool’s Primark was chocker. We then left to go to Pizza Hut where we saw our first celebrity - Katie Piper. So stunning. After this we went back to Kittie’s friend’s house where we were staying the night. On the way we witnessed a homeless woman fondling a strange growth coming out of her stomach…
Anyway, we braved the trains being busy as fuck, was like human Tetris or some shit and got to the house. Had to rush getting ready and down as much vodka and apple juice as we could. Then made our way to the venue to see Iggy ♥ Encountered a horribly rude taxi driver on the way who was least helpful when we didn’t know where the fuck we were going. Found it in the end though.
We were pretty drunk by this point and spent hours drinking shots of Jager that were unreasonably priced and dancing to the DJ. Made loads of friends in the toilets as girls do, and discovered the word “trill”.
Iggy was apparently meant to be on at like 11pm but it must of been about 1am when she did come on. Definitely worth the wait thought as she was fucking amazing! We apparently got kicked off on by some girls though which resulted in Kittie getting in to an argument whilst I was outside making a phone call. We ended up leaving as soon as the gig finished, stupidly hammered at this point. Had an amazing taxi driver who accidentally took us all over the world but charged us less than he should have. Don’t remember anything after this point.
Woke up the next day in just pyjama pants not knowing where the fuck I was. We got ready and made our way to meet Lorcan. Witnessed a man wearing a weird helmet kicking off on his own reflection on the way which was interesting. Only had time to have one beverage with Lorcan before we had to bail for the coach but it was still enjoyable, we’ll make up for it next time I’m down.
Ran for the coach and encountered more unhelpful twats. Spent the coach ride back asleep for the main part and finally got home and made love to my glorious bed.
Feeling extremely run down now and looking forward to a quiet weekend. Also buzzing loads right now as I have Sophia back in my life.
Insert obligatory “my life is boss” comment here.
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