Partying Into Your Birthday - Pictures from Feb 6th

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Partying is Inverness is hard. That's because it's pretty much everyone's hobby. No really, there is shit all else to do in the winter unless you're rich and can go somewhere else.

So we drink. And drink we do.

This is vodka and redbull. Kinda like having your brain wrapped around a brick and thrown across a room. Without the slice of lime

Like most other remote but densely populated places there is highly developed cultures surrounding drink. As you can well imagine in our era of genetically modified foods and ubiquitous chemical enhancement the result of said cultural development is a particularly vile substance. It's called Vokda and Red Bull with Aftershot. Sorta like free-basing with alcohol and caffeine. And it is very bad for you.

The taste is that of a cheap sugary soda mixed, well, vodka. In there is about 300mg of Caffeine. Ever wanted to feel anxious AND drunk? Well here's your chance. Frankly I like to keep my stimulants and depressants seperate. But that's just me.

A random scene of debauchery.

On the plus side is that after a night of V&RB one has the overwhelming urge to stay at home, knit socks and watch the Tele while stewing in remorse. Perhaps explaining what the rest of British society is doing on a Friday or Saturday (or Wednesday) night.

And yet in some sort of sick Fight Club way partying here is really some of the best I've done in ages. And despite hardly knowing anyone, which was easily remedied with a few drinks, there's something about wholesome it here. The legal but intense substance abuse, unfiltered cigarettes and how much generations seem to mingle together in pubs and clubs. In Inverness you will awaken the next afternoon more coated in smoke, hung over and generally fucked up than you can possibly ever hope to image in Canada.

A great place to visit.