Slackerday

I had stayed over at Riot's house on Friday night. She was up at Stupid O'clock to head off for a weekend Jewellery making course. I stumbled back across the meadows and decided to go back to bed for a while.

Then Evening. Back over the Meadows once more. We began by continuing our current Beer Kick in the Brauhause. Riot got cocky and ended up defeated by a Brooklyn Chocolate Stout. Then filled up at Kampong Alee, where of course we ran into the Weatherman (as is the custom).

Warriors on the big screen was excellent. An original print added a wonderful scrathy nostalgia to it all. It was too much for Riot though, she dozed off fairly rapid.