Poke Her

Fridays entertainment was more or less a pub-crawl type affair. I believe the aim of getting Arwel drunk succeeded but I fear there was also some collateral damage. I had a very sore head in the morning. I think I can mostly blame the rather dark Ram Tam which I had in the Sand Bar. When a few of us crashed back at mine the normally stalwart party animals of Bu and Marcus wilted pretty quickly. I know Chris was there because I have yet another 3 litre bottle of cider that is a half a pint down.

The actual Stag failed to make it to Bu's for the Poker evening. We seemed to take full advantage of the girls being away (not that I currently have a girl to disapprove of what I may be up to). I did all right for most of the poker until the last few hands when I got suckered into Chris and Lee's insane pre-flop betting. Yet again. I think next time I play poker I should try be sober for the whole game,

some things are not conducive to good judgment. As I spent most of the evening at the poker table I missed most of the porn. From what little I saw this could probably be defined as a good thing. Sometime after dawn we eventually huddled up into small piles on sofa's and floors in a vain attempt to get some sleep.

After Andy had sufficiently convinced himself he was OK to drive back (which took less time than I would of, given the state I was in) we headed back to mine. I avoided the temptation to crash into my bed straight away and instead decided to take advantage of the sun to cut my jungle-form lawn back down to size. After a little sarcastic critique of Andy's Dungeons and Dragons DVD I cooked us all some

fajitas and we settled down into a detailed analysis of what was wrong with Chronicals of Riddick. End result - looks pretty, nice style, very stupid bad guys, some strange physics and very predictable dialog.