lads weekend
The lads weekend is like a festival of bad choices. You drink, you shout, you watch football, and you forget your name by the end of it.
My mate's lads weekend ended with him wearing a shirt inside out and singing 'vindaloo' in the shower.
I got a message: 'We're all in a room with no lights and I think someone peed on the floor.'
He said it was 'the best weekend of his life, except for the part where he vomited on a friend's head.'