Those Random Nights....

[cartmen56]

...of which you can never seem to remember properly =/
These range from:
"Ahh I guess ill just relax here and look at the ceilin- HOLY (Begins with S ends with T I think we all know what it is) IS THAT THAT TIME"
to
"Erm... who's.. err, who's are these?"

To De Ja Vu (The movie sucked btw) and 'Crud I missed a day'.

The nights that you just cant seem to remember that well yet you know theyre there. Like waking up on a Monday morning thinking its Sunday - Christ that one really gets ye'.

Or like turning on the TV confused and thinking 'I swear I remember a buttugly woman tell me to buy some deep set wrinkles' and there she is again. (Seriously she's on every ad break, You cant get through a single one without being told your getting old and should buy some cream to cover it up).


So how about you?

[DangerousBobby]

Ahh, nights out. I must say these are a strange thing for me. For many a year I did not like going out, and quite frankly in my young age I still don't like the loudness of clubs or any such, prefering instead to sip a quiet drink in a pub with friends but this is not the way that social presure works and so I've shared a few nights out on the 'toon. (Living in Newcastle as I do.)

I've had good nights, getting back in with friends and just passing the night away, maybe with a pizza or sometimes not, more dependant on the taxi driver. (One of whom ran all the red lights back to the house. I'd be bothered but the meter was on a timer rather than a distance thing so I didn't really care all that much, so long as we got back.)

But like all people I've had bad nights, friends getting in arguments, losing people and people getting in trouble. The important thing is to rember that life goes on and you can't let one thing spoil going out for ever.

One fun night was shortly after I got CoD:MW2 me and a house mate got in and decided to do all of the spec ops. We got through most of them, on veteran, with a lot of swearing and energy drinks, then at about 5:00 (We got in at only 2:00 as it was an early night) we reached the juggernaught missons and we couldn't do a single one. We tried and tried and eventually I fell asleep. (Hardcore.)

In responce (I hope) to Cartmen56, my nights tend to end with me acting like a homing beacon and coming home when I'm done, be it one mile or ten I get home. Grab some food and hit the hay with a pod cast to sleep too. I know that sucks but it tends to mean that in the morning I feel great and can get on with my day.

(Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I started this in quick reply and then it got out of hand. Similar to keeping a small pet which grows into a big pet.)