Saturday
Yesterday, a friend turned 20. I spent the night at his house, which is a fair distance from my own.
His cousin joined us. He isn't the type of guy i'd hang out with normally, but it was a nice change to slum it out a bit.
We arrived there about 1pm and ate. A Belfast fry is totally worth an hour and a half car journey.
We then went out to a... building. It looked like a storage shed. There was a sort of activity thing going on there, we paid £10 each and done some pretty weird 'team building' activies. We done classic games like 'over and under' and 'the human chain' I think they were called.
It was fun, but the archery and laser clay pigeon was the most fun; I was decent at the archery for my first two shots, but then I was awful. I rocked the laser clay pigeon shooting though. I found out that the guns aim was a bit off, you don't need to line it up through the sights and shoot, it's right by the side when you should shoot. Odd.
Oh, did I mention we were split into two teams? The old people vs the young people. Sadly, we lost. We had 1,500 or so points, the oldies around 2,000.
After that we went back to the house and drank and generally had a good time for a few hours, After ordering and eating a chinese, we went out to a bar. There many a thing happened.
1. I had my first cigarette. It was... odd. I thought the general rule for smoking-virgins is for them to cough and hack at the first draw, but I was fine. Maybe it was cheap cigarettes. I can still actually remember the taste and feeling, it felt weird, like when you inhale cold air, only this was smoke. Oh, I later found out the dude was also smoking pot. Got home and had to lie through my teeth that I had been smoking, saying a friend was. Don't worry, I don't plan on taking them up.
2. I vomited for the first time while drinking. I honestly barely remember it, but it definately happened. We were sitting at the table, enjoying ourselves when suddenly my stomach lurched. I shot up and ran outside and vomited. I remember looking at it and going 'Huh, someone threw up here.'
3. The other guy staying with us? Flashed him my PA. I told him about it before we went to archery; the lucky bastard guessed when I was talking about my piercings. He seemed real impressed, saying he's known a few guys that said they wanted one, but never actually did it. But I digress. We were outside, probably smoking again, kinda hazey. We were talking about it again and I said something along the lines of 'Wanna see it?' and whipped it out.
After all that, we left for the house. We walked so far... I actually fell over a few times. I'm clumsy sober, drunk i'm a mess. I apparantly fell into a ditch, explains my muddy jeans. I also tore a tiny hole on the front of them. Who cares about £40 jeans?
We arrived, fell into our seperate beds and fell asleep. The house gets god awful cold, they don't have a fancy heating system like we do, it seems.
We actually had to chase the bus; the lady driving us parked infront of it when it stopped to let someone else on, that was fun.
Me and the other guy left for Belfast, our birthday-host couldn't come with us. The entire bus ride I felt like I was going to be sick; I later found out I was experiencing a hangover. Damn, there goes another first.
No pictures, I can't be bothered to upload any at the moment.
Did I mention i've only ate a bit of toast today? Lack of food is fun... Stomach's still outta whack, so I daren't try and eat anything. Maybe later.