It was Glenn's 30th birthday at the weekend, so a weekend of festivities was planned. On Friday night we went into Preston for a meal at Pizza Express. The pizza was nice, though the service was a bit dire. It's only the third time I've had bruschetta as a starter, I've decided it's a winner! Hmm, as it is basically a piece of bread with some vegetables on it I guess that makes it a breadwinner. Pow!

At the meal I gave Glenn his presents which were a zombie t-shirt from Threadless and a book about zombies. I was disappointed by my failure to find a zombie-related birthday card. I also gave Marie a birthday present I'd got her about two months too late for her own birthday, so I thought I'd save it till Glenn's. The presentravaganza continued with Paul giving me a KGB t-shirt that replaced the old one of mine he'd sexed up, which was cool. And Nick gave me a late birthday present - a slightly terrifying skipping monkey thing that seems to have escaped from a Tales From The Crypt episode.

After the meal we went to the Warehouse where we got quite drunk, though Marie and Glenn both bowed out early due to being a bit monged and (it seemed) fairly unimpressed with the music. I kind of agreed with them really, the music generally wasn't terrible but it didn't excite me aside from a couple of tracks we heard. It was nice/bizarre to hear Life Without Buildings get played in a nightclub though. With everyone fleeing the building it ended up being just me, Paul and Karl, and the bullies used their rock power bloc to force me to spend the rest of the night on the bottom floor. Wasn't too bad though. We went back to Paul's after where I preceded to make a series of loud banging noises which presumably filled Paddy with the joy of life.

On Saturday morning Paul made us watch bad Outer Limits TV until we escaped and I vegged out at Glenn's. We met up with the others again to go bowling and I got to meet Nick & Jo's baby daughter Grace. She's pretty cute and seems remarkably good natured, given how mouthy her dad is. Bowling was fun, despite me being incredibly shit at it. I was always pretty rubbish but in the two years since we last went bowling I seem to have entirely lost the ability to aim at anything not on a TV screen or monitor. I'd still like to go again though, some time sooner than in another two year's time. Dave used to annoy me in the olden days of Kelsey Street with his intense competitiveness, but he seemed quite relaxed this time. Maybe he's mellowed over the years. Though I suspect he just reined himself in a bit as he didn't want Clare to think he was a cock.

After bowling we went back to G & M's and ate vast amounts of chilli. Glenn had made one pot of mild (for the girly spice-haters like me) and one pot of insanely hot (for the people who burnt out their tastebuds with bongs and kebabs at uni). Something seemed to go wrong with the hot pot and the spice-lovers were a little disappointed at not having their heads explode, Scanners style. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food though. My initial taco devotion seems to have faded, I now think fajitas may be the way forward. FAJITAS! What a great name.

I was monged by a Thursday and Friday night of little sleep, plus boozing, and wasn't really able to get into the drinking lark after tea. Christian and Paul spent most of the evening horizontal or leaning against furniture as their internal organs tried desperately to move around and accommodate their distended stomachs. Paul ran off into the night, just in time to avoid Karl getting drunk and insulting everyone. We also played Balderdash, which I won. IN YOUR FACE DAVE!

Not really settled into my new house yet. Our landlady's not actually moved out yet (she was living there over the summer but is going back to Bristol this month), so I kind of feel like a guest in someone else's house. Plus my room is totally crammed with my shit, I need to put some shelves up but have so far avoided that DIY nightmare due to being too busy at the weekends. I'm a bit of a creature of comfort, I tend to stick with the status quo and having Amy fuck off to Cornwall and my room suddenly half in size has freaked me out a bit. Ah well, I suppose some enforced change in life is a good thing. Not lycanthropy though, that would be a bad thing.