The Last Weekend: Chapter 8

Chapter 8 sees our cab ride back to Roger's house to continue the party. As the date stamping on the photos suggest, we didn't make it back until after 1am. Now, it begins to really get a bit hazy. There isn't a great deal about the stop at Roger's that I can really remember, so this could end up being a really short chapter. Hmmmmm... maybe I should have just included it in Chapter 7. Oh well, who really cares anyways?

I suppose one of the really clear things I remember doing while at Roger's was when Chris (not Jones) went out for a cigarette run, I climbed up on a table with my camcorder to give him shit as he walked up the road. When he was out of earshot or couldn't think of anything else to say, instead of calmly getting off the table, I decided to jump, but my feet seemed a lot heavier than normal and well... I fell off. The funniest thing about it was that I had it all on camera and the footage looked went all digitally hazy in that funny manner and you can just hear me moan and groan that it really hurt. I did end up with a really sore knee in the morning, it has to be said.

Then really... it was just sitting outside, laughing, joking, sitting inside, laughing, joking until the sun started to come up and I passed out on the couch. Yay me! I think I was fairly exhausted by that point anyways. That's just way too much partying for anyone...

It's a shame that there wasn't much for pictures, other than Roger's face plastered against the sliding glass doors of his house. Really creepy pics in the night vision mode.