"You Guys Are Rubbing Off On Me"

See, I spent ages blogging. And now, I cannot be bothered. So, in true lethargic Cassie style, I shall just bullet point it.

• Paul, Emma, Marios and myself arrive verrrrry early, due to a lift from Rambo's parentage. Sans Rambi, I may add. I mean Rambo. But I like Rambi, it reminds me of Bambi.
  
• We interrupt the 'getting ready' crew. Bob's boobs fall out of her dress. Very nice dress it was too.
• Lolly thieving commences, as does peeking in the 'Fridge of Wonders', which was stocked to the brim with alcohol of all kinds.
• Other people start arriving, cue millions of girls all rushing up to each other, and doing that unnecessary screamy-huggy thing. The oh-so-manly males stand to the side, giving each other the 'Ah, look at us. We are so darn butch. We have no need for this hugging thing' look. Losers.

At this point, things start to get a little fuzzy, so excuse me if I forget anything. Yeh, I don't care.

• We try to convince Marios to kiss Paul. Don't ask why - it was funny at the time, ok? Marios will only do it if I promise to kiss Paul first. So, I do. Yeh. Sorry you lot. If you were wondering who the original perpetrator of the 'Kissing Game' was, it was me. Anyway. Marios kissed Paul. And it wasn't that funny. Damn.
• We all toddle off to the garden, where we spin for a bit (not good under the influence) and Kris and I end up lying on the floor.
  
• Everyone stands in a big huggy circle, and everyone kisses everyone in a very disgusting display of drunken affection.
  
• We all head inside, where the drunken affection carries on, but moves to new, more disgusting levels, also known as passing parma violets and chewing gum from person to person in the circle. How disgusting. And I'm sorry to all those I laughed in the faces of. Do not take offence. I'm just useless.
• People start to filter off, so Kris and I decide to lie on the floor, and are shortly joined by Katy. We watch Abi and Marios have a weird chair race, and discuss Oli Gill zooming off into the forest in a distressed manner.
• We all go outside, to form another circle, where Mike, Paul and Marios all kiss us to see who gives the nicest kisses. Definitely Mike. Sorry. I'm sorry.
• The evening ends with us all sprawled across the sofa, looking as attractive as ever.
• I go back to Abi's, discuss many things, and then fall asleep.

How interesting was that? Very. That's the answer. Yeh. Whatever. Anyway, it was a GOOD party.

Thank you, el Bobbo.