What we're not doing: anything to do with Twilight/Breaking Dawn/Bella and Edward's wedding/other assorted awfulness.
What we are doing: beating the crap out of dreadlocked boys in mosh pits. It's not a fun night unless you come home with a few bruises. Then again, that's not exactly news is it?
Exams are over and the post-exam party period begins. Forget an apocalypse this is the end of life as we know it. Beer and white wine on steamy afternoons followed by tequila shots and manic dancing in pubs followed by rock gigs and after parties where the vodka is flowing freely. Freedom tastes good doesn't it?
J is busy avoiding Wow but she just can't escape Motley Crue that easily and they keep ending up in bed. Or more likely, the local alley.
L is found throwing up in bathroom stalls. Girl cannot handle her Carlton Draught.
A is fighting with V and throwing punchs at any guy fool enough to whip off his shirt in a mosh pit until they're slippery and sweaty. Even a slut singlet gives you something to hold on to.
M and E are creepy coupley and indoors playing the new COD. Actually, that may be why we haven't seen Wow this week...