Amy was a blondie here. VERY VERY VERY blonde. We likey dont we?
This night was at the met lounge. As per usual we were absolutely hammered, but Meadows was more out of control than we were. Standard procedure. I do believe this night we went back to Meadows house with a load of people and Amy and i decided to treat the guests to a fake birthing scene in the garden. Im not sure why. That house had SO many doors, it was such a risk trying to get anywhere. You felt posessed in that house, and some of the doors did take you through the dream like places. It was all very Alice in Wonderland. Where does Alice go? Wonderland? They could have called it something better than that. Anyway, i like this picture because that was a good night. We were so hungover the next day we had a dominos at 11am and sat and watched The Hills in boderline silence all day, just cracking up every now and again about something that had happened the night before. The amount of days we spend hungover is ridiculous. But sensational at the same time. Ive been drunk since tuesday; just so you know. Amy and i have sat and drunk wine, rum and beer, danced, laughed and basically just taken shit loads of poppers until it stops being funny and starts becoming constant headache. I love living with her, but i love our nights out more. We bad. Very very bad.