Just Friends

Well.

Yesterday went with a BANG.

Krease and I travelled to le Wimbledon for Gregging (eww) and present buying, which was very nices. Having had enough of the Wobblytown, we trained back to Kris's where we looked at all her video making skillz (lovely), and got ourselves ready for the meal.

We went to Emma's house, which was, in fact, devoid of Emma. So we used all her stuff, and waited for her.

And waited some more.

And then a little bit more.

Her mother's car had received a puncture.

Cue major stressiness and worrying about timing.

Calm, calm, as Emma called and told us she was on her way. A sigh of relief was breathed, and we carried on stealing her nice nail varnish.

At last, she and Steve arrived, and after much excited giggling whenever Emma vacated the room, we were on our way to Zio's.

Lucky we booked, as there were.. no wait, there wasn't anyone in there. We sat at the back, and ate much, drank much, and sang Emma "Happy Birthday" in the style of Saladfingers. As you do.

The meal ended, and we waited in the FREEZING cold for a taxi. Amber and her people drove past and beeped the horn. We pretended not to notice. Tom tried to call Emma, and as she attempted to call him back, we snatched the phone off her, making many excuses as to why Emma wouldn't want to talk to him.

The taxi arrived, and we all piled in.

After what seemed like fifty years in said taxi, we came to Emma's house.

The lights were all off.

We stumbled up the drive in high heels like drunken transvestites.

Emma rang the bell.

As the door burst open, and everyone ran out to greet her, she screamed and ran to the end of the drive. Unfortunately, no one managed to get a picture of the shock on her face. And my, my it was an ugly look.

The rest of the party went on mostly without any hitches. Lots of sofa sittings on, being tied up with string etc. etc.

Well, my lovely Emu, I hope you enjoyed your party. Ahh.

Happy Birthday, you.