Barry Sarll - drunk and offensive so you don't have to be

A l'anniversaire de la kiss_me_quick, someone who shall remain nameless signed me up to sing 'Daddy Cool' by Boney M. I refused vigorously; apart from anything else I'd already promised sparklepbass and violentbec that they'd not been evil enough in their past lives to hear me 'sing'. So seven assorted gays and goths performed in my stead, changing the lyrics to "BARRY...BARRY SARLL!"
Quite.
A fun evening, though. And the first time I've actually been drunk since the month's beginning, though not the last. On Saturday afternoon I was meeting a friend in town for exchange of hostages and "a coffee". That being the sort of coffee that comes in several pints. This meant that I was already at least three sheets to the wind when I arrived at Robin and vivid_blue's. Most worryingly, I have blank spots. For all my comedy drunk status, I do normally remember exactly what sort of an idiot I made of myself the night before, meaning that when I don't I become most alarmed. As such, I would like to apologise for everything, to everyone. If it's any consolation when I got home I fell over and slept for some hours on the landing.

Sunday passed without any liver damage, though an overdose of Rammstein videos has left me feeling somewhat Teutonic, which is arguably good. What's worse, desperate for another hit we ended up watching xXx, which opens at one of their concerts, and then goes rapidly downhill. The only Vin Diesel film I've seen before is his token non-actioner, Boiler Room, and I'm sure in that a) he could act b) he didn't resemble a gay ape quite so strongly. Most puzzling. The film itself is quite the most transparently focus-grouped morass of incoherent plotting and teenage boy appeal I've ever sat through in bemused fascination.
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Also, X-43A worked; file under "this is the sort of news we expect in the 21st Century".