The morning after..

And im feeling a little worse for wear. Last night saw the first night of an event a group of us are running called Hit Back and bugger me is all i can say. Despite the locals in the venue continuously asking if we were officers of the law, everyone there was up for it, the tunes were pounding and the beer was free. Which partially explains my hangover. The main cause for it though was the afterparty. At our flat.
There must have been about 20 or so people piling into cabs to come to the gaff for more of the craic and bloody hell did we have it. The couches ended up sitting vertically for more dance space, more beer was drunk than at the pub im sure and the usual mysterious cigarette burns appeared throughout the flat which can only be a sign of good times had. Oh and did I mention in dont remember a thing? No, wait thats a lie. I do recall the uber drunk girl latching on to me and dragging me around the flat for somewhere to puke and pass out. I also now remember one of the boys using oversized brandy glasses to drink his guinness and about 10kgs of pistachio nuts being consumed. I have just seen the shells as evidence. Oi vey!