So my Halloween weekend got of to a swimming start on Friday when I received a package that could have only come from “The Prick”.
What was in the package?
… I’ll get to that later.
Then skipping Saturday because my memory of it is a little fuzzy, all I know is that I clearly drank all alcohol in existence; I either lost 100 quid or spent it (I chose to believe the former) I ripped my costume, I think some guy gave me his number (either that or someone wrote something smudged and illegible on my hand for the fun of it.) and I passed out in my kitchen with a spoon in my hand, next to a spilled tub of banana yogurt. (Proudest moment.)
Sunday was a fun day to experience with a hangover.
First wake up at F*ck off o’clock in the morning, then get into work for final prep which is supposed to take an hour, but usually takes three. (This time it took five, although if you subtract argument time, it actually only took one and a half so technically we were fairly efficient.)
We get to traveling, which isn’t awkward at all, just Katie, Michael, Mister Cutie, Stanley and Me. (Yep very relaxing journey.) After that we pick up THE VAN (the place that is to become Me, Stanley and Mister Cutie’s home for the next 12 hours.)
This is where everything gets weird… okay well not yet; it doesn’t actually get weird till a few hours into us sitting in the van. That time passed fairly slowly in excruciating silence as we listened to Katie and Michael doing their stealthy thing. (Okay so you can't listen to someone being stealthy, but I swear I could hear then glaring at each other.)
Once they got back into the nightclub (oh yeah did I mention that the mission was in a nightclub.. no.. sorry) it got less quiet. It’s really very difficult to communicate with someone in a nightclub under normal circumstances never mind when using (sorry Stanley) temperamental spy equipment.
Well, it all got very strange when it became necessary for not just me, but also Mister Cutie Pie to enter the nightclub.. this involved a change in outfit (My, he looks good in a sharp suit) and some genuine panic on my part which was really only abated due to how awesome Stanley is in his adorable, blunt way.
Stanley is my hero.. always.
So why did we have to go into the nightclub?
What happened when we went in?
Um, I’ll get back to you.
To Be continued…