Last Friday
I took off to Cambridge with Crazy to simply get on the piss. I knew it
was gonna be good when Crazy made it on the train with half a second to
spare (literally, I had to hold the door which hit him in the ass as he
jumped on) with a bag of beers.
We drank
them on the hour trip up there and spoke the usual shiit, met up with
Nick and Matt (Crazy's brothers mate) at the station and proceeded to
pub crawl our way around. I had the goal of getting as wankered as
possible, was in the mood to do so and drinking mixes all evening and
re-living the drinks Nick and I had back in NZ pretty much took care of
any possibility of soberness:
(Crazy, Matt
and Nick)
We
eventually ended up at this house party, where we took a KFC bucket and
bottle of vodka to be nice and found ourselves with nothing to mix it
with, apart from our saliva. Things get real freaken hazy here. I can
remember punching Nick in the guts while he was doing a hand stand to
prove to someone he could and I also remember destroying Nick's chances
of hooking up with some Spanish chick when he went to get a beer and
left me near her. I can't remember what I said to her but she took off
out the door after I said it.
Once we had
scared off everyone from the party, we left ourselves, Nick and I went
back to his place while Crazy (on his 6 point plan for a spontaneous
weekend) went back with Matt to a hostel. When I got back to Nicks he
produce a bottle of Tequila and
Sake. We drank both
of those between us *apparently* and I found myself waking up at 11am
the next morning, still very much drunk, fully clothed (boots on, wallet
and cell phone in my pockets) with Nick passing me the last mouthful of
Sake. I drank it and believe me when I say I'd rather have had a dog
lift its leg on my face than do that again.
So we took
off to the pub to make sure we didn't get a hangover by sobering up. I
couldn't face a beer for the next couple of hours so after Nick finished
his and mine we went off into town and discovered a Cambridge Graduation
Ceremony going on! Nick and I have a few stories about gate crashing
University do's I'll tell any interested parties over a beer. Needless
to say we just had to crash this. We wandered straight in past the
bouncers in bowler hats and tuxedoes that were taking tickets at the
gate, just like we were supposed to be there and proceeded to "hang"
with the graduates and their families:
They all
loved us (the novelty of drunk Kiwis at their graduation), and I was
amazed that we weren't kicked out considering suit and tie was the
minimum dress code there and Nick was only wearing a rugby shirt.
Cambridge
universities have as you would imagine absolutely amazing buildings that
have been around for hundreds of years and I thoroughly recommend
walking past any signs that say "No entry to public" so you can check
them out:
After we got
bored of yakking to the graduates and wandering about the lawn we took
off into some of the buildings:
we found the
library (and another student who was studying for his exams that were
coming up in the next couple of weeks) and much needed toilets. Here's a
video I took on my camera phone, which shows us walking around in
the buildings and back out the front gate.
One other
thing we did before we left was to get ourselves Cambridge Graduation
photos, the real deal (two at £10 each). Those should arrive in 2-3
weeks... Stay Tuned to dear diary to see them.
After our
little jaunt I was finally in the mood for a few beers, so we did
another little pub crawl and we ended up at this pub playing pool and
hustling the locals. After kicking their ass Nick decided to take this
guy on, him left handed and the other guy one armed:
The amusing
thing was, is that Nick is actually left handed. The even more amusing
thing is, Nick lost! Oh well. I had a few more beers and a god awful
wake up shot (green after-shock, cheers Nick) and I took back off to
London to curl up in a little shaky ball for the rest of the night.
Nicks job was done.
Sunday saw
me round at Stef's place as it was actually a NICE SUNNY DAY! We played
a poker tournament:
The end of a
great weekend, I'm sure there will be many more...
Oh, I won
the tournament, very satisfying as Dennis and Stef play online poker all
the bloody time at work, lazy baastards! *ahem*
