Flat Party

Today started out brilliantly, mostly because my new bed arrived! The one that was in my room was a shitty single bed that had obviously been there since the building was erected in 1897, so Liz and I went in half-sies on a new one a few weeks ago. We weren't counting on it being delivered in pieces though, so we spent most of the morning putting it together and re-arranging the house afterwards. Since my bed now takes up half my room, I had to jack some furniture from the living room to squeeze into my room. In my genius, I took a bookcase and removed the glass doors from the front, and am now using it as some open-faced shelving for at least 30 lbs. worth of clothes. After all that unnecessary exercise, we showered and I took a little nap on my new bed to break it in a bit.

Later we got prettied up and walked over to Chris and Paul's for their flat-warming party. Their place is kinda small, but there was food, alcohol, music, and people to chat with so no one was complaining. Liz wasn't supposed to be drinking because she was taking some kind of medicine that the box claimed would make her "violently ill" if she mixed it with alcohol. I had to keep my eye on her though, because she thinks she is sneaky, and I could just spidey-sense that she was gonna try to get in a few while I wasn't looking. Luckily I caught her mid-sip and quickly overruled her by taking the drink and downing it myself, to which I got whines and bitchy looks. So I said, "If you think I'm gonna clean up after you projectile vomit all over the place, you're seriously confused!" and I didn't get any more lip after that. But I'm sure she sneaked a pint or two in the bathroom or something anyway!! Luckily she wasn't violently ill, so the night went on without any vomit in sight.

A few hours went by and Knoxie arrived from Aberdeen. He chit chatted with everyone for a bit and then we headed home, because the food was gone, we were hungry, and me and Knoxie had to get up early the next morning to head to Carnwath (his hometown). Once we got home, he whipped us up some "chef-tastic" roasted potatoes (as Liz calls them) and we stuffed our faces until it was gone, and then it was time for bed.