I went to my mates party on the weekend, as always, good fun to sit, drink, smoke and socialize with friends. We arrived at the party and quickly began to mix with the other guests, the theme being naughty or nice there was of course the token slutty school girl and naughty nurse.
My friend, always being the strange one despite a massive intellect was dressed as a sperm. Donning a white spray painting suit and wriggling around he did quite a good job. The worst mistake he made was getting zipped in the outfit with his arms and hands inside, he was quickly dropped and pushed madly across the smooth wooden floor surface, narrowly missing the stairs with his head.
The party raged on and for a change I found myself the sober friend, its quite a strange feeling, watching other people get drunk instead of being the one getting drunk. The language of the drunk which I normally find myself speaking fluently, I found just a jumble of slurs, sexual comments and laughing.
As the clock stuck midnight we quickly made our way back to another party as though the car would just as quickly revert back to a pumpkin and my black suit return to tatters.
We sat down and began to drink, barely sipping my beer I decided that drinking wasn't for me anymore and quickly gave up, walking outside and taking my last smoke out, slowing enjoying and savoring the blissful smoke raping my throat and just as violently attacking my lungs yet still enjoying it till the last drag. As I put my foot down and suffocated and crushed the filter at the same time, I knew that I would return back to this foul habit just as quickly as I would say I wouldn't. A promise to someone I care for deeply made sure that I would stick to what I had set out to do for the thought of her made me want to be a better person, someone who wasn't Dependant on a horrid drug and habit.