Foam

I fear I am losing sight of why I started this blog in the first place. The honesty, the "frankness", some would call it, the "downright rudeness".. I haven't been very honest in this blog recently, and seeing as this blog's fundamental purpose is to be honest to the world when my own mouth fails me, I feel this has been rather redundant recently. And seeing as I'm as drunk as a skunk, right now seems to be the right time to disclose all of these secrets that I seem to have been keeping.

We'll start with the reason I am in this state to begin with. For some strange, strange reason, I thought it might be a good idea to round up as many people as possible and arrange an "impromptu" night out on the town. It is Beddoe's birthday today after all, so it would be rude not to! I hosted pre-drinks, seeing as the rest of the Family Mitten are away on their travels, and despite there only being 5 of us, the drink flowed and the game of Ring of Fire resulted in many phone calls to a disgruntled Ellie Goulding as she attempted to sleep amongst the madness. Why she didn't turn her phone off was beyond me... Anyway, after the longest walk to a taxi ever, seeing as he went the wrong way, we were on our way to town. My latest trick is to lure the other hawkers into thinking I am a complete nutter and buy as many Jagerbombs as I see fit.. Albeit being an expensive idea, I managed to get everyone wasted enough to get to Saints, where the ridiculousness kicked off for good. For your information, I bought 10 Jagerbombs and a mixed Kopperburg for Fieldy, as I owed him a drink, at a price of 18.60... It is an expensive party trick, and I feel I may have to stop it, in fear of bankruptcy.

Even so, after a rushed trip to the cashpoint to get more money out, (Yeah, the effort to get the title of 'Chief Waster' was an expensive one!), we ended up in Saints, not knowing what to expect. I thought it might be a bit quiet, seeing as it was a Wednesday. Wednesday night in Bedford town is usually "student night", but seeing as all the students had gone home, I thought it may be a bit silent.. How wrong I was...

I have to admit.... as if it's worth admitting, that I have never ended up in just my boxers on a night out before... But, there is a first for everything! Saints was busy, as it was a foam party, and after being COVERED in the stuff, for some ridiculous reason, me, Beddoe and Fieldy ended up in a jacuzzi at the back of the club, in just our boxers, with some girl and guy we didn't know. I didn't have a clue what was going on, and once again, the pictures taken are going to be insane.. Even now, I cannot remember what on Earth happened... I fear the hangover tomorrow...

You know what, even with the usual pattern of .... tipsy, drunk, ruined, remorseful, tired, I cannot, and do not want to, disclose my troubles at the moment. I feel the Summer, as it has begun, will be full of good times and antics and I do not want to ruin that. I only see good times ahead, and seeing as this is me talking, who would ever have thought that after the last couple of years?

Maybe I should live in independance all the time.... Bring on September! (And I think I've done quite well here, considering my eyes feel like they have been stung by a Queen Bee!)