Weekend = Party Time :)

Saturday night became a drunken banter, if I remember rightly, hehe.
It was a mate's belated 17th birthday bash, and this involved camping in his back garden, which in turn involved a lot of smuggled-in booze.
Because I'm a total light weight, it didn't take long (half a smirn-off ice, two WKDs, one and a half vodka and cokes, and a couple of vodka shots to be precise) before I was verging on being very drunk, but was also balancing on the line of being sober enough to hold a relatively decent conversation with our only pal who wasn't drunk, because she stuck to orange juice all night. What a smart lassie.
I felt a bit bad actually, because when one of our mates was on her hands and knees throwing up over the birthday boy's lawn, I was slightly too drunken to be of any use first aid wise. Don't get me wrong, usually I'm very good at dealing with drunk people (Speyfest and particularly Rockness are good examples) but on Saturday night, I was too involved with the bottle of alcoholic beverage in my own hand to be able to think up a decent solution for my pal. Oops, and I apologise profoundly. However, my orange-juice high mate was on top form and kept an eye on her anyway, so it's nae as if she was left totally alone in her predicament. And I did make an appearence - albeit a rather drunk appearence - to see if there was anything I could do.
But luckily she soon recovered, and everyone made it through the night until 5 o'clock in the morning, when we finally fell asleep after the excitement of "truth or dare". We were then woken up an hour later by a buddy who needed to set off for work at 6 am. Grr...
Later on that morning, despite everyone looking a little worse for wear, we all made it through breakfast, and the majority of us went home to collapse in our own beds and catch up with the sleep deprevation.
I know I did.