What. A. Day.
I've run out of superlatives for Vintage. The past 2 days have been incredible, and it looks like today's going to be no different. The chances are that Jazzy B, Joey Negro, and Greg Wilson can get anyone through a hangover, even one of these proportions.
Every single part of me hurts this morning, the advantages to this is that the focus isn't solely on by burning desire to fuck this whole thing off.
So, Day 18, yesterday as it's being called locally, was the day this was almost over. Completely over. I could have been writing about a very different state of affairs, very different.
I didn't move far from The Warehouse again. Myself and the boys, we shouldn't be allowed out together, let alone with that much cider and Norman Jay entertaining us with his deck skills. It was around this point that temptation reared it's ugly head again, just that this time it wasn't that ugly, and was in a yellow dress. I'm going to stop there, it's quite enough. But in brief, day 19, was almost day 1. I'm genuinely proud of myself.
I have a second heartbeat in my head, and a third in my left eye. I can't talk too quickly just in case. I'm struggling to deal with the perfume coming from the females in the house as it reminds me of the rum shots we were drinking at 2am this morning. I've had 4 cups if tea, 2 cans of coke, a litre of water, and yet I haven't pissed once. This is how bad today is. What I need is a cider, but the boys keep pestering me with the question "are you going to get in the hot tub" HOT TUB?? No, I'm not going to get in the hot tub, I'm going to lie down and possibly not move for some time.
I've got nothing to add to this today. It's a struggle to look at the screen let alone type down my thoughts after what was the toughest day of the last 18. In essence though, I'm doing well, still nothing, and that oh so very tempting yellow dress isn't going back today so I can get back to my celibate ways without having to bite down on something.
It's going to be a good day today, a really good day. I'm going to try and compile the three Vintage days into one blog come Monday, as right now I can't think of anything, well... that yellow dress.
