Ragin Spice's Annual Rage

Last night was Ragin Spice's Annual Rage in Killiney. So if you thought George's Street was a little quiet last night, it's because everyone was there. Being sick and responsible, I was drinking Bud Light, which is beer for sick people (and Laney). Started off meeting Helen in the lovely Michelle and Etain (sp?) and Dave's gaff. Lots of laughs to be had. Also, lots of threats to start a Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 championship which never materialised (I am the Pro Skater champion. I will challenge anyone. I actually think Tony Hawk on the PlayStation is the only thing in my life that I am genuinely amazing at), lots of playing 'Umbrella' on repeat and listening to Bloc Party and bitching, and me having a GIANT coughing fit (first of three in the night, culminating in lots of vetilin and a nap). I love meeting new people. I know that sounds dumb, but I used to think "I have enough friends. I don't really need more people in my life unless they're quality." Now I know that's bullshit. The only thing I hope is that people will continue to let me into their lives. Just to hang out like.

OK. I'm being Sidetrack McGinty here.

Oh yeah, Ragin's Rage.

So we headed out to Killiney in a convoy and the Rage was Ragin. So many fun people there. Jaeger from a MOONCUP (which I wisely didn't partake in. Actually, I'm just after remembering that I think I did. Fucksies.), Auntie Angela (which started everyone saying ANGELA like in Who's The Boss), and a giant game of Twister, which I won but everyone was too drunk to notice my amazing victory. Oh, and a giant vat of those flying saucer sweets with the serbet inside.

I went to bed early because I'm sick, but when I surfaced around brunch time today people were still up falling around the place which is very admirable. I made Helen a dress out of a black sack and we called it 'AbdoBag' and threw drinks at her and they just slid off.

I kind of miss the 'burbs. I'm in my parents house now which is near enough to Ragin's. My family are quite funny. It's like you walk in the door and the volume goes up to a crazy level and people are screaming at each other about egg mayonaisse and falling over the cat and looking for newspapers and breaking the Sky box. I made a video which pretty much sums it up which I'll post later I think.

OK, byesies

Una
Eating: Wheelies
drinking: juicey
reading: Observer Music Monthly
watching: nothing
listening to: Broken Social Scene.