The Gossip Of Avery

Injection 5
'Damn you look good, and im drunk'

Epic night
So, in town theres this indie gig every month, where all of the local bands show their skills and mess around, lets call it..'amped'
Friday night:
Schuyler, Blair, Callie, Vanessa, Taylor and I had a pre party at Schuyler's. See the reason we go to S's is beacause we can normally manage to drink and get away with it. Were not drunks or anything, but its nice to feel a little bit more confident, you know, to woo the crowds. Anyway, T brought some old vodka she found, and S supplied abit of something else.
Enter S's mum.
'What are you drinking there S?'
'Oh, this? Just juice you know'
*quickly everyone downs their drink and chucks the lemon slices theyre sucking on into the bin*
'Oh, okay.'
She leaves.
'Phew guys, close call, quick lets refill and drink the rest'
*everyone refills glasses*
Enter S's mum, again.
'C, let me see what your drinking'
*walks over and removes the glass from C's hopeless grip*
'Secret drinking is not allowed in this house (going sick) blah blah blah...im very dissapointed'
*everyone cowering in the coner of the room, trying to avoid blame and crapping their pants*
Eventualy we apologize for the billionth time and we arrive at amped feeling guilty but slightly too drunk to care.

Enter RAVE. Okay its not that much of a rave, but its an excuse to flirt with hott boys, and make new friends. Which was our number 1 mission. Mission completed by 10:30. 10:30, time to get a leg up on stage and be (sadly) escorted off of the stage and asked to leave.

Enter BUS STATION. After making a few more new friends outside the bus station we get on the number 8 to the village and head over to the chinease takeaway.
C, T and V, go home and S, B and I wait for our chinease which costs us the complete and utter rip off of £17.45, and the chicken in black bean sauce was not even nice. Although we did get a HUGE complementary bag of prawn crackers, which S mannaged to create a Hansel and Grettel type trail with ALL the way home as we had to remove wedges and run home in bare feet as were 30 minutes late and S's mum was already pissed.

Enter S's HOUSE
reflect on evening and go on facebook to add and wall post numerous new friends. Including some kid who can crush a lucozade bottle between his pecks. Strange. I know. After a complete and utter pig out we hobble upstairs to bed and rest. Ahhhhh.