After icing my angry toe, I donned the lovely Gemma's sleep mask and slipped off to Nigh-nigh land to dream of slutty Essex girls and homeward bound airplanes.
I'm such a lightweight - nothing makes me sleepier than having a few beers in the afternoon. Not wanting to be at anything less than full capacity for our big night touring Essex's finest nightclubs (ok, ok and also wanted to spend some more QT with Gemma's fragrant pillow...mmmmm, Gemma), I opted to take a quick nap. Somebody snuck in (the Fatty, I think) and managed to grab this pic (which is one of the few pics on the site of a person sleeping that doesn't also have someone's genitalia in close proximity to their face).
Remember all the way back in the beginning of the trip when Chris, Fatty and I were in Iceland and we had the "Guess what time the sun will rise" contest where the winner would get to sleep in Gemma's bed? Well, I won. None of us could figure out why Grant didn't freak out when we told him about what we'd said the prize was....until we discovered that Gemma had gone to Brazil with her boyfriend and wasn't even around! Here's me enjoying my winner's prize...and dreaming of Gemma alone in bed.
And to add insult to injury, Gemma's since gotten herself engaged. Boooo! Er, I mean congrats, Gemma!). We turned out the lights and tried to get some sleep in preparation for next day's whirlwind tour of the town and evening of Essex nightlife!
Fatty managed to snap a pic of the Grizza and I in a golden slumber before we got some breakfast and hit the road. (Luckily he wasn't there to capture the Golden Shower that had gone on a few minutes earlier).
So my big excited news is that I got a new camera! Woooo! I got the new Canon Digital Rebel and it's my first digital SLR. On the way home from work I stopped by Tara's to show her.
After the beach, Fatty made the mistake of trying to catch a quick nap amidst a roomful of rowdy guys. Check out Big Daddy calling in for back-up while Frank gives Fatty a lil' "hot dog in the bun through the sheet" action...
