Last night was bizarre & fun & awkward.
I went to see Coolio live of all people at the university club. It was only £3 so me & Adam & Chris thought, why not?
I went to meet Adam [NOT the Adam I fancy, my future housemate Adam] on Northumbria bridge and was confronted with this...
I have a fear of stilt walkers & especially ones with gas masks on and voice changers.
He was on all fours to begin with and I walked up and he stopped dead and just stared at me. I was freaking out & said to this couple "What the fuck is that?". It was their mate practising. He started walking over and I was freaking out & then he picked up the pace and stood up all tall shouting "It's only a dream". Scary aha!
Anyway, Coolio was funny, he's fuckin' tapped. I got horribly smashed, met an indie boy named Shaun, got more smashed and brought him home, smoked a spliff and puked everywhere :/ Bad times.
Adam [Stoner...the ex] called me drunk at like 4am...said he misses me. He's coming over on Tuesday for a spliff. :]
And this was my hangover cure :] God love Brett. We cooked the whole flat a sunday lunch...England style.
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