Party Up In Castleton

Woo. Finally, an awesome night!

Until we got home, of course. When we got home, we discovered that Anne had closed the window with the username and password for the internet we paid for. Which we couldn’t access again without putting in.
This is where the Kava Kava really started a-popping

And she decided she didn’t want to pay for the internet we needed to access it. ‘Maybe in the morning’. When we would have lost all the time we already paid for. So we had to pay again.

Yay for bitches. STAB. Good thing Blair ended up getting refunded for that extra payment.

But anyways. Went pub crawling. Met actual PEOPLE OUR OWN AGE!! And then spent a few hours chilling with a couple we embarrassingly met in the loo. Ahem.

Then, when we were preparing to go home, we met a whole bunch of guys (one who’d been hitting on Blair for hours) and all but one were complete dicks.
EW barf ew I thought he was going to puke on me, or I was gonna puke on him.

He offered to buy us a drink, but all the pubs closed at 11 (WHY?!?!?!?!?!) except a couple (meaning ONE, the one we’d been in for hours). And eventually his dumb drunk friends caught up with us, and made the mistake of calling Blair a prostitute.

Whee. Drama.

And speaking of Drama, the 1st set of friends we’d made were all on about this chick Meghan, who slept with someone else’s boyfriend and got blamed for everything, although I think the boyfriend was just as much to blame and a complete retard besides.

Anyways. Second set of friends were early 30s and out on vaycay from 2 kids. Awkward meeting (for Blair) but awesome drunken convos. Got their emails, too.

And as for the third set, the nice one got a kiss on the cheek (and he wanted wayyy more), a lick on the face (deprived of human contact, *TWITCH*) and a kiss on the lips from both of us (at some point, not both at once).

And in return we got we got what was left of a pint of beer thrown on us by his jealous asshole drunk friend. Well, mostly on Blair, or at least more than on me.

If only we had such nights every night, instead of isolation!! Personally, I think the whole internet thing was psychological revenge for us having fun. Especially since she waited up for us.

Woo.

Erg. Hiccups.

Erg. Litre of water in one go. Ima be ill again.

The Castle Inn is pretty and awesome, though. And if we were staying a couple more hours, I could have gotten something to smoke. Bleah. Even 10 AM, instead of leaving at 8, and it would be mine!! But poo.

And up to £140 an O. Damnnn, skippy.

But I don’t care. It’d be worth it.

I foresee Kava Kava in my future tomorrow.

Lah.

Pink is Blair.