The weekend has been and gone and all I have to show for it is some leftover ganja and a hangover.  Yup, I failed "Operation Get Girlfriend".  I sang a duet with a lovely girl on Friday night and we looked into each other's eyes and I knew she liked me, BUT I got very drunk and then smoked a J and couldn't move or speak   Damn!

Then on Saturday I went to another party and I managed to finish an entire bottle of vodka by myself over six hours + a few Js.  I was almost comatosed.  At one point in the evening a girl said that she'd marry me if she wasn't married by the age of 25, I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not, but I have a similar arrangement with my ex-girlfriend.

Saturday's party was crazy style.  We took some old furniture outside and made a bonfire... they were going to throw it out anyway.  Then we played who could stand in the fire the longest, whilst drinking flammable liquid, which I won of course!  My friend Dougal disconnected the bathtub and rode it down the stairs with a cat that he found up his shirt   We all brang a tape each which had to have 3 of our favourite songs on it and everyone got to play their tape, but of course a fight broke out when everyone wanted to play more than three tunes and some people didn't like other people's music... so the neigbours must have called the police because they turned up at about 11pm. 

As the police arrived I was on my way to the toilet which happened to be next to the front door and I was going there to throw up!  So I was staggering towards the front door when the bell rang and so I took the liberty to answer it... big mistake!  Two big fat policemen are staring at me and they say "Excuse me sir are you the owner of this house?" and I said "Oh, shit!" and I legged it back through the house and into the garden to throw up whilst frantically digging a hole in which to bury the super skunk I had on me.  I think I passed out at this point and when I woke up the policemen had long gone, but the party was still alive.  I went back into the house and found my friend Ali stoned out of his face eating a tray of huge home made chocolate truffles, so I just sat and watched him, because it was so funny (at the time) what was really funny though, is that not only were they not his but they weren't just chocolate truffles.  Ali had eaten about 4 large magic mushroom chocolate truffles, each containing about 3/4 caps.  After an hour he thought that he was blind and his eyes had been replaced with loud speakers and he'd generally lost the plot.  Then I can't remember anything...  I woke up in bed with a Chinese girl and there were about 10 other people in the room too.  Dougal woke up to find that someone had cut holes in his underpants whilst he was asleep

This is all very funny and a way of letting go, but I sometimes wonder whether I'd be able to stop doing this, could I even go a couple of weeks without an alcoholic drink?  I don't know because I've never tried and I don't want to try because I like drinking, but I do want to know... ARRG!  I think if I had a girlfriend then I wouldn't get so smashed, because I would have someone to stop me and I'd be more interested in talking/doing stuff with her than warping my mind in my own little world.