Living home alone atm, whilst my parents are away for new years.
Went out at just past 6 to pre-drink at Ste’s. Got hammered by my standards. Went into Manchester on the tram. Went to Warehouse Project. Watch little of Stay+, who didn’t play the one song I know and really like but hey. Chad Valley was alright but not great, again didn’t play much I knew. Foals were brilliant, although their fans are absolute cunts. So much shoving the the crowd. Nearly passed out from heat/dehydration. Nearly lost my shoe twice. Got in a shove fight with some guy about 4 inches taller than me. Dick. Spanish Sahara was SO GOOD. Pretty great gig overall. Rubbish bit afterwards wondering what to do. Getting another drink, and dancing to D&B or something that Friendly Fires were playing in their DJ set. Losing Salty/finding him two hours later for him to tell us he’d ‘gone and slept somewhere’ (?!). Went to Burger King for about an hour or so. Tram home. Watched community with a mcdonalds. Slept.
A really good night, to be honest. Some things that’ve come from it aren’t but there’s nothing I can do about that now.
It was actually quite good to be properly drunk for once and barely want to throw up at any point too.
Also it was great spending some quality time with Ste d’aw <3
