I have a new skirt. Yeh. I know. Another one. But this one is GREAT. Yeh, anyway.
Last night was AT LAST the night of the Fati/Cassie Late/Early Birthday Extravaganza. And FAAABULOUS it was too.
It began early in the morning, with me dragging my father to jolly old Waitrose to buy some alcohol (yeh, I know. HAHAHA), and the making Rosanne traipse all the way the the Bridger over Wey, so she could help me carry all the bottles to Fati's. Yep, we walked. All the way from my house to the station, with two bags filled to the brim with the usual party tipple. The walk is usually half an hour, but took us about an hour, all in all. We then dragged the bags all the way to Fati's house. We decorated the house, with fairy lights, balloons, tombstones and a corpse, and then got ready. Rosanne was Medusa, disguised as Poison Ivy, Fati was a pirate with REALLY curly toed shoes, and I was a vampire. With the lowest cut top in the history of the world. And 19p teeth from Sainsburies.
The party started, and consisted of all the usual elements, ie. drunkenness, random pulling (*ahem* Rosanne), vomiting (Thomas), masks that cost extortionate amounts, burning of tombstones, ritual sacrifice, suicide pacts etc.
All in all, a good party. Pictures to follow, I expect. I couldn't bring my (Alex's) camera, as he managed to break it. For the 6th time this year. So I am relying on YOU LOT to send me the photos. Mmkay?
In other news, I am going to Barcelona. In like 11 hours. If you want a postcard, text me your address, and send for £100 quid. Cheques accepted.
I haven't packed.
7 comments:
AND I HOPE IT WAS AN OKAY PARTY
and yes, you really should go comment on my blog. All three of you.
IT WAS, THANK YOU FATI
*GRIN*
OI YOU I SENT YOU A POSTCARD.
SO YOU HAVE TO SEND ME ONE.
ITS THE RULES.
YOU KNOWMY ADDD.
HATE YOU
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you smell like an old cat!
How do you know eau-de-old-cat isn't an appealing musk?
i like the anonymous comeback
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