Stoopid Party

I'm bored and I'm not tired so I thought it might be a good idea to give this thing an update again. Let's see if it'll be worth the effort.

You may have noticed that Rikimaru has a blog too, you can find a link to it on the right side of this page. Riki is the only PlayStage crew member that doesn't drink alcohol of any kind. We still have to bring the poor guy to the light side of life and show him the wonderful advantages of beer drinking. You spend lots of money on booze that will only keep you happy for a few hours, only to become extremely tired or extremely aggressive afterwards. And those great hangovers the next day, what's not to love about it!

Talking about hangovers, I had a decent one yesterday. The day before the day before yesterday (oink?) Stijn invited me to a party with the Stoopid crew. I was like 'But man, I have to travel all the way to Brussels!'. Then Stijn said 'There will be ten crates (not sure that's the right word, I'm referring to 24 bottles of beer put together in a thing you can carry around because it has a handle in the middle. Thaaat's right, that's what I'm talking about) of beer.' Of course, I couldn't refuse the offer of free beer with Stoopid guys and I was like 'When, where and will there be boobies?' Unfortunately only Stijn's girlfriend showed up but she was hot enough to make up for the lack of other boobies. I'll probably get spanked for saying that out loud, but it's true.

The party was great, everything a real man needs was there. Lots of beer, metal music, other drunk guys, an air guitar and a water pipe filled with port. I think it was Sven's idea to fill the pipe with port, one day I'll try filling one of those with beer. Smoking beer, how freakin' cool would that be? Smoking port was good enough, although the after taste made me reach for more beer. The rest of the evening involved emptying a few of the crates, wondering where all the port had gone (how about in your lungs dumbass), puking some spaghetti out to make room for more beer (Man, how sick was that. But it rocked in a way - the Stoopid way!) and headbanging to some great music to increase the feeling of dizziness in my head. I didn't sleep much that night (probably because I lay on the hard, cold floor without actually really realising it) and the morning after was a pain in the ass, head and stomach but again, in a sick way it was all worth it. We should do this again sometime! But without the spaghetti (the view inside the toilet was gross) and with a decent bed to sleep on. But then, there was a decent bed for me to sleep on, I was just to lazy to get my fat arse all the way up to it. It was like a metre away, that's a two-hour trip in the condition I was in.

I'd like to end this brilliant report with two words that don't make sense: Pee Klak!