CRIMBAS

I usually hate Christmas, but WOWZA, this year was actually the best since I was a kid. The lead up was pretty miserable, and the fact that I couldn't buy my family pressies was eating at me, the way it usually does, because I am a jobless pov. But I don't know, Christmas Eve was great, I woke up and I felt Christmassy, for the first time in years, I was happy and I watched Shrek Forever After and just chilled all day. BEST Crimbas Eve ever, EVERYBODY came to Brady's (The Local, ya know). We all got incredibly fucked and had snowfights (not snowball fights, just snow fights. Violent stuff. Uncomfortable too.) that caused Lauren and I to look like we'd been bawling our eyes out, because the snow melted our faces off. We played a lovely drining game called 'My Vagina Is', Then James K and I had a lovely IMPROMPTUUUUUUUUU photoshoot outside Curves (yes, the Lady Gym), and then Craig, James H and I waited four days on a taxi for Lauren after a pathetic search for an open chipper/chinese.






Woke up on Christmas day with a HORRENDOUS hangover, surprisingly enough, instead of my 11 and 9 year old brothers jumping on my bed, my parents were the ones who woke me up all excitedly. I got some really fucking amazing shit. A HMV voucher which is already missing, a beautiful Pierre et Gilles book (I had a book of theres when I was a kid (explains alot) and it was my favourite thing ever, the colours and the feelings and just everything, so anything to do with Pierre et Gilles always has a special place in my heart), the new Ross O'Carroll Kelly book, loike, a gorgeous set of black pens, Stardust on DVD, Fable 3 and GTA Liberty City, a '13 in 1' hair dohickey that crimps and straightens and curls and waves and does everything imaginable to your hair, and the most BEAUTIFUL leather biker jacket with a sheepskin collar. I'm pretty sure I'm leaving a few things out but none of yous actually care anyway, so moving on. After all the christmas shit of dinner and pulling crackers and 'bonding', I knocked into Craig, who'd been drinking all day. He was in his gaff with Clodagh, and after they had a few drinks and I watched them and complained and sneezed everywhere, we walked over to Ciara and Emmet's, to chill with them, and Stuart and Gary and Mark, and Ciara and Emmet's dad, who's pretty rad.



Of course after about an hour I decided I was too sleepy to live, and Craig was too drunk to do ANYTHING, and Ciara was trying to force me to drink this foul glass of Whiskey, so I left with Craig in tow. Good Christmas.

Nothing really interesting happened then Stephens' day. I usually go over to my Grandparents house but the snow stopped us from doing that, so I sat around eating chocolate and playing Fable 3.

On Tuesday night it was Isibeals birthday, so we all headed over to hers (which is conveniently up the road from my house), for some dinner and cocktails (very snazzy indeed). Her house is absolutely GORGEOUS, I am so jealous. My shanty dwelling oh puh. And the food was wonderful, and the atmosphere was lovely, and it was full of well dressed people, and the DAQUIRIS. They were great. Everything was so Sex & The City.





After the sesh in Isibeal's we headed to C.U.N.T. for some more bant, and I started feeling really sick, so that was shit. But Erica and Ciaran and I shot people from the Balcony and Daniel and Alex took some really funny photos which you are about to see.







Between laughing at those photos and the daquiris and my just being generally ill, my headache worsened and I had to go home, which was definitely a shit buzz, because I was having ever so much fun. But I had a yummy pizza in Rays despite the fact I thought I was going to vomit out of my eyes.

It's been a good week though. And Tonight I get to see Ciaran for the first time since August I think! And then he's back to Berlin with all the RIDEY punks :(

xo