The Morning after the Night Before

Last night was certainly one for the books, good BBQ, great banter, a few slightly unfortunate drinking games, followed by a trip to a night club (which naturally I enjoyed massively, thoroughly got involved, and danced with such grace and style as to put the guy from Footloose to shame – sorry i think my sarcasm button might get stuck ALOT during this post)

So to start at the beginning, the BBQ was prepared by our champion cook Witness, who did us proud – Chips, pork, pizza, sausages, nutty things, some folded things (possibly of Chinese origin) and little deep fried bits of non-descript fish – all in all a jolly good feed.

This was followed by plenty of banter, which was really enjoyable – it’s great how after only a few days we all seem to get on so well, even Mayhem has found his niche
Unfortunately the drinking games which followed showed two vital flaws in myself – i) my dislike of alcohol generally, and ii) a fairly poor hand-eye coordination which it comes to attempting to flip a cup up on its end. Suffice to say that the embarrassment was acute.

Mayhem is presently attempting to educate the house mates (makes it seem like the Big Brother House) with regard to his photography, so that they will begin to tolerate his omni-present camera. Credit where credit is due the FINAL pictures he takes are magnificent. That said I don’t think he is going to be able to convince the girls to accept his constant pointing the camera at them, even if he is able to make them look like models

The BBQ was wrapped up by about 11pm whereupon we departed for a local night club Via Via for an FMP, a Full Moon Party, what with there being a tremendous full moon, combined with any excuse for a party.

The actual night club was outside, in order to display the full moon, although I think that the night club is usually outside not that they removed the roof especially for the party – either way the venue was very cool.

I returned to the house slightly earlier than Mayhem, which allowed me a first hand seat, (or bed to be specific) for the carnage when he returned. Mayhem crashed into the house at about 0350, which he followed shortly afterwards by walking into the toilet door, before some deeply inebriated part of his brain stirred sufficiently to be able to comprehend how to operate a door handle. At this point I turned over and was immediately asleep again. At 0830 when our alarm when off, I blearily looked out from under my mosquito net to find the door to our room wide open and similarly the bathroom door. Surprised at his apparent early morning rise, I cursed Mayhem for having left the front door open while I slept and I dragged myself from my bed towards the bathroom door. Full consciousness hit me with a start upon walking into the bathroom to find Mayhem asleep on the toilet – thankfully with his trousers still in place. It appeared that after finally negotiating the bathroom door, he had vomited into the sink, sat down on the toilet lid and passed out.
I paused sufficiently to check he was still breathing before turning on my heel to find a different toilet, which would hopefully not also contain a sleeping body.

When I returned I thought it better to rouse Mayhem and redirected him towards his bed which he is still inhabiting at 1150. To be fair he did rise for a short period at 1000, largely in order to complain about his headache, and that he apparently felt like death warmed up, before muttering under his breath that his present state was due to anyone but himself, still muttering he returned to collapse back into the bedroom.

As for the remainder of the day myself –its wash day, which should be fun – as washing here has to be done by hand, in a large plastic bowel at the rear of our house. I’m sure there will be a comment of two later!

TTFN Kaos