And so he returned with scrumpy. Oh, what fools we are. *shakes head* Anyway, one bottle between three people is just unacceptable! So we went on a past-midnight quest to countdown to buy more.
We discovered that not all countdowns are 24 hours. And there was flailing. So someone had the stupidly brilliant idea to walk into the middle of the city where I knew for sure there was a 24/7 place.
And so we did.
And the night just got progressivly drunker and drunker.
By the time we got home it was about 5 in the morning. I crashed into bed at about 6.
I woke up at 10 still drunk. Oh, the inhumanity of it all. I still feel a little booze affected, but I think by now it's mostly tiredness.
All in all the night went well. I am pointedly ignoring all the things that weren't good in favour of the things that were. Because I'm wicked good at that. I will, no doubt, remember- in detail- more things that I said to people in my drunken state last night. Already I flail slighty at that. Any thoughts people had on me about be strong and/or together are totally fucked to hell now but not much I can do about that.
And now I'm going to go eat food. Because, damn, I'm so fucking hungry I could eat