went to the party with most of my mates, blasted proper music, got drunk, did whole lotta riverdancing in the streets, passed out, woke up the next morning, ate two *man* breakfast's with greasy bacon and all that, downed red wine and whisky bottles and the rest of my beer, went out for drinks, ended up dancing to 80's tunes for the rest of the night, came home (somehow!), woke up on sunday, cursed my life and drinking habits, tried to stay alive, went to bed, woke up to work, cursed my life and drinking habits and the fact that the hangovers last so long these days.