Although I’m not writing this blog drunk like all my others, I’m still keeping with the drunken theme.
I am now sailing away on a raft made out of vodka bottle caps & gin labels to my own drunken nest (so stayed tune for the Lewisham adventures to come). So this post is to pay homage to all the magnificent drunken nights encountered at Peabody Hill. For which my neighbors now hate me. The old lady downstairs thinks my mum smokes weed to deal with the cancer, because apparently she is dying :/ (because someone consistently threw cigarette buds out the window). Her husband even threaten to take them to the police, lucky thing his wife thought my mum was dying, & persuaded him not to because she felt bad for my mum lol. Other neighbors encountered filthy guests urinating on their walls, vomiting in the pathways & some even stole money form my house during one of these infamous jams lol.
But they have all been worth it, from the very first jam back in 2007
To forcing bitches to eat cat biscuits
Multiple sing-a-longs to some ballads
Beat making on a booty, along with tonnes of ass shots
Deathly absinthe that made two of us throw up in the kitchen sink (which my mum only found out the other day).
To the “I can’t drink anymores”
The air guitars
All the midnight feasts!
A venue to endless birthdays. Even a “squatters rave” (the name it received due to the fact my house had caught fire & was having work done so it was obviously prime location to get drunk, smoke fumes & all). That ended with the police breaking in because my neighbor obviously thought no one was living there, me in hospital with glandular fever & another with phenomena. Result!
The excursions to the shops because we’ve run out of alcamahol
All the drinking games
The faded poses
And who can forget the vast amount of throw up my house has endured. Don’t worry, I don’t have a yucky picture of vomit in my bed to show you Q__Q (I’ll keep that one to myself)
And because I’m also part-time Cat Lady, I’d like to apologise to my one of my cats for the drunken abuse (they check my blog daily :D).
Copious glasses of 2-4-5 wine (245, 245!)
Ohhhh the memories!
And to think these are only the ones that occurred at my house. Plenty more events went down at AliciaTheHuman’s house.
Tulse Hill served us well for drunken nights, & we sent you out with a mini bang (see below how the Bitch card got used)
Stayed tuned for the terror we bring to Lewisham...
(Apologies if you see your face here & didn't approve; tough shit, you shouldn't have been so drunk or they shouldn't have been readily available on Facebook for me to steal)
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