After spending HOURS (literally) getting ready, Marios arrived, and we all skipped to Abi's, where we found Kris straightening Katy's hair, and Joe jumping around like a mad loon from mad loon land. We likes Joe like this.
Then...
The party.
What a good party.
That was fantabulous. No, really.
And Abi did like her present. A lot. In fact, she was hysterical with happiness. Ahaha. What a good gift.
Anyway. The party started off slow, as they usually do, with the awkward small talk to the likes of Stephanie Franklin. Lovely, lovely. Then, people started arriving. I stood around, greeting people, some of whom were carrying pizzas, coke and a chav stick. For good measure.
El Spasticos arrived, bringing tallness to the party. I stood by the alley way, waiting for the Guest of Honour. Time dragged on, and Kris disappeared. I tried calling her, but to no avail. Tom Scott finally arrived. Without Krease there. I had to drag him to the kitchen alone. The look on Abi's face was better than I ever, ever expected. It was a mixture between absolute shock, horror, hilarity and a dash of disgust. Poetry in motion.
The rest of the partaaay contained the generic party elements - disgusting cocktails of everyones' drinks, fights, dancing to angry songs, bottles thrown over fences, lots of drunken kissing (cough), trying to keep certain people OUT of my bra, hugging everyone, laughing too much, taking spacky photos of Jobo, and generally people making fools of themselves.
Ahh, teenagers.
After everyone had left, Scabbers and myself went to sleep. Awww. Thank ye, Arble, for a nice, nice time.
Mwah.
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ha ha ... tart
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