Christina has just moved up to Glasgow, and she’s kipping on our sofa for a little bit while she finds her feet in the area.
Unsure exactly what we were going to do in the evening, Stephen and Grace ended up being in the West end and decided to head over to ours for some drinks.
There was a ball-pein hammer (don’t ask) and a spare pumpkin laying around, so we fashioned together a Trumpkin and allowed Grace a moment to grieve.
While we watched, of course.
I was still exhausted, not to mention hungover from the day before – travelling back to Glasgow from Scarborough and going straight to the Catty to shoot club photos.
My loosely planned recovery-day was soon ignored and drinking commenced, with Jeffels playing DJ and Stephen casually wielding a hammer during political discussions.
Welcome back to Glasgow.
Christina ordered a Domino’s and then subsequently passed out in a pizza & gin induced coma on the sofa (there’s no photos of this, we’re respectful hosts…).
This meant she unfortunately missed out on what was to be her first Catty experience.
Grace and Stephen joined me, however.
Next week is the Catty’s 26th birthday weekend… should be an interesting one, for sure.