One week from now....

One week from now, I fully expect to be either asleep on the floor at Chuck's place or bent over his toilet (loo... he is in London after all) following a night of moderate drinking up with Chuck, his friends and couz. I'm not one to usually get wasted out of my skull drinking heavily, but you have to make up for it when you see an old friend maybe once a year, don't you? I'm sure someone will make a comment on this... ahem ahem

Last year, I happened upon a birthday party when i was coming back home. This year, I'm happening upon that same birthday party, +1 year. This is completely unintentional, but hey.. a party's a party, right? I don't remember the girl's name, and I think she may be married or engaged but I won't hold it against her.

A friend from work will be in London that weekend for some conference, and I managed to talk him into extending his stay by a day so that we could screw around in the UK and cause some trouble ourselves. This guy's a fellow RyEnger and co-Dodgeball player and knows how to down a pint. Its just too bad there won't be someone else to sing us their rendition of Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain.

Down to the wire... less than a week to go. I pulled out my travel pack to air it out and bought a very thin sleeping bag at MEC the other day just in case the Morrocans get stingy with the bed linens. I know Chuck will be, so I'll likely have a sore back and a crick in my neck after spending two nights in his hallway or bathroom, but I won't complain directly to him as it wouldn't be very nice.