EPIC night last night.
My friend James invited me to join him for an 'allnighter' LAN party at a gaming cafe. I carefully planned my departure only to realize that I'd misread the schedule, at that the '1924' I thought was the departure from my local station was in fact my arrival time in Cardiff Queen Street, my train was at 1908, and it was 1900 now! I refreshed the page and it said the 1924 was 9 minutes late! Legged it up the scary footpath (past two Carling guzzling hoodies) to the station to find a number of angry people milling around waiting. One cheerful chap revealed his mate was a driver and that it was the ATW drivers' xmas do that night.
In any event, the train soon arrived, and I got on, and the conductor never got to me so I got to Queen Street, changed trains to Cathays and didn't pay a penny. Karma then caught up with me as I stepped and slid on a huge patch of ice in the parking lot.
I reached the LAN cafe just as James got there and I secured Miss Millies and signed onto one of the computers. They were playing Heroes of Newerth but the game wasn't letting me register an account so I was stuck trying to MW2 instead.
At this point James declared we were going to Incognito (or whatever it's called now) so we all piled into his friend's car and went to drink lovely strawberry beer. We smashed a pingpong ball around the 'common' room upstairs to reggae music, and then headed over to 'The Promised Land' to meet more of James' friends who are professional breakdancers (really). Pritchard from Dirty Sanchez was there and there was much shouting and falling on the floor.
After a few drinks we drove around and managed to secure an amazing parking spot on Westgate Street, before going into Submission (a rock/indie club). To my utter astonishment nobody was searched, no cover charge, the DJ was playing good music and the beer was served in huge cans. Dainton and his missus turned up and there was more running around and shouting and the violent clanging of the last orders bell, for fun. James' Irish friend constantly lamented there weren't enough girls while the breakdancing guy refused to breakdance as the floor was covered in broken glass.
After a very long time we decided to go back to the LAN place and the Irish chap decided he'd head on out to find more girls. He could barely stand at this point (he must have been already quite oiled when he met us as I'd been drinking more than him) and we got back in the car and drove back. I played a lot more MW2, a bit of MW1 and some Zombie Panic: Source among other things. About quarter to five (!) James' friend said he'd give me a lift back to Caerfilthy so we got back in the car and drove down the cold, empty streets and over the mountain.
He didn't believe me when I told him the moat of Caerphilly Castle was frozen and so screeched to a halt and leapt out to see. Sure enough it was, but to his great disappointment he couldn't find any big rocks to throw at the ice to see how thick it was.
Just after five I stumbled in the front door and crawled into bed. Kate rolled over, remarked that I 'smelled of pub and smoke' and fell straight back asleep.
Fucking awesome!