Energy please...

If there ever was an ideal flat to host a halloween party then James wins hands down. No fucking questions asked.

A basement flat under the Cowgate (Edinburgh Old town)
Its the kinda flat that people just come and go, almost like a bed sit.
Original stone walls
Big archways
Real & artificial cobwebs!
Caused serious que in my new nearest off license. On my wander there I decided it was going to be a Southern Comfort and Lemonade night. No Southern Comfort. Ok, Gin & Tonic night. No Tonic. Ok back to the old faithful. Morgans & Lemonade. I learnt that on a Saturday night Threasures on Lothian Road gets emptied pretty quick so your drink of choice is NOT going to be there at 8.30pm. Good lesson to learn for future reference.
Everyone made an effort (bar me) in the costume department.
The DJ played Techno ALL night which ment I took refuge in James's room most of the evening.
He thought this was a little strange but didnt feel like socialing much either. However I convinced him we were in the coolest part of the party.
Door slightly open and people just wandered in and out. Think it was a bit of refuge from the carnage that was going on.
With the amount drugs and mad costumes going about I felt I had been in a place like this before :)
Also James was happy that my lazy ass was guarding his bed from people being sick on it/fucking on it and other disasterous things that happens to your bed at parties.
Spoke to a mime artist in the toilet que.
Got dragged into the toilet by 2 girls who jumped the que. All good but male mime artist got dragged in too.
Girls left and I was last to piss so sitting there on the pan while mime artist (Ross?) mimed taking a piss up against the toilet door. I was immediately flashed back to an inncident in the desert when Muffin was taking a piss on this toilet in the middle of this camp in a fucking tu tu while I was trippin' off my tits killing myself laughing. This of course caused me to have the inability to pee. Reading the shampoo bottle helped matters.
Got bitten.
Spoke to some Swedish ladies that gave me some snoose/snooze? Dodgy looking mini tea bags things with tabacco in that you stick under your lip. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Who also decorated me with glowsticks.
People were coming off the streets and flyering in the party.
After a while I decided a wee 20 winks would be a good idea. Normally when I feel tired I just get my ass on the dancefloor however dancing to Techno I just dont have the style.
Lay there listening to people assuming I was wasted when they stuck their head in the room. People complimenting James's guitars and when they got too close to them I would open my eyes and scare the shit out of them. Get the fuck back Raaaarrrhhh!
Resisted the urge to punch a nippy female who for no reason what so ever walked into the room. Ripped off the duvet and went 'uh its not him'
Nippy female please note it is NOT good party ettiquete to annoy or make any sudden movements to crashed out people you dont know. You were lucky I was in a good mood or not on something that would cause me to lash out at you. One day someone might.
A 'sorry man, come and dance, think you should come and dance,you coming to dance,hey man get up and dance' While trying to prevent your eyes rolling into the back of your head while clinging on to the door frame and cluthching a can of Stella just aint going to make the situation any better. Esp when Im not at my most forgiving when a random wakes me up.
Some guy palms up zoning in on my tits (which I may add were not on show what so ever)
By 3.30am it was getting messy. The alcohol had worn off and decided to make my way home.
Wander home via Lothian Road and if you know Edinburgh this is Ned/student central. Highly entertaining and resisted (well lack of funds) the best Kebab shop in Edinburgh which is now on my road home (Damn you- tasty chicken kebabs!)

Set alarm an hour early to go for Sunday dinner at a mates. Felt not too bad but maybe still drunk. Sitting on the bus watching a bird with what can only be described as a soggy quaver in its mouth which made me feel quite sick
Lunch which hit the spot (thanks Mark)

And now Im depressed that its pitch dark at 6:15pm and I have no energy to do anything.

Filled in my lease without a witness (Claire you fanny, flat mate will defo think you are a fool now) Its the subdued Sunday feeling that causes this stupidity.

Right Im away to search Ebay for burlesque style clothes for the decompression and buy some materials for eyemasks that I will create for Muffin and I to wear.

Song of the Day ~ Rain City
Artist ~ Turin Brakes