New Year's Eve

Well, I am finally conscious enough to blog about it. I can't really remember the details, and everything else is slightly hit and miss with the accuracy, but hey, this has to be recorded. So, at 4 or 5pm I went to Maddy's house, where we got all tarted up. She has a corset! Jealous, me? Anyway, our first stop was a visit to certain dodgy individuals to obtain our supplies. I got the stars, wife got the green, and after a double-drop and a spliff, we were off.

Wearing my pointy stilettos, while she changed to flat shoes, we walked up Mill Lane. This was a slightly painful test of endurance, but the destination was deifinitely worth it: Tom's house. This is where things start to get very hazy. There were crates of beer, bottles and bottles of vodka, sambuca, Martini and Sours. There were mostly boys there; actually me and Mad were the only girls. And put a bunch of wreckhead guys in a room with that much alcohol, then things will always get stupid. Thankfully I avoided the 'vodka-sambuca-Martini-apple sours shots challenge, but the mixture of said drinks plus cherry sours in a jug could not be ignored. Neither could the cans that kept getting passed to me. There was a guy there who everybody had been telling me for weeks that he fancied me. I didn't believe them until we ended up making out. By this time I was well up on the pills, and then I washed down another with apple sours.

Then we walked back down Mill Lane (luckily by this time I was too fucked to feel pain) and everyone went to the pub, while I went to Jess & Alex's awesome party. I really don't remember much, but I think I got off with all my wives and probably was way too high to do anything remotely normal. There were glowsticks and champagne, and we possibly planned out our future careers in porn. After we were finally chucked out, I remember nothing until me, Anna and Kayl, along with everyone from earlier, ended up at a random party in the house across the drive from Muz's sister's place. There were lots of drugs, and lots of people from all over Belper, and also many that I have never seen before. John Lennon and evil black Spiderman were quite unexpected guests. I remember pills, and spliffs, and a dab of pure MDMA. I then remember slapping Ozzy, and then complimenting him on his glowing UV lip piercings, which confused him slightly. I also lost my scarf, which I am disproportionately upset about, and getting my bag utterly soaked with beer and covered in mud, which strangely doesn't bother me at all. Eventually, me, Kayleigh, Joe, Barney, wife, and a variety of other people ended up crashed on a sofa in a back room, surrounded by those more hardcore/drugged up/conscious than us.

Eventually, at about 9.30am, me and Kayl got a lift home from my mum, went up to my room and crashed out. For the next 12 hours, my pupils were unaturally huge. Try sitting at the dinner table in that state, trying to look inconspicuous and sober. Well, nobody has mentioned anything yet...

All in all, a good New Years Eve. For the first time in my entire life, I managed to celebrate the occasion properly. Hard core, dudes.