Last night was INSANE.
I have never danced so long when I've been almost totally sober. It was jokes, bruv. It was all very very very awkward to start, made more so by the complaining from the King's boys (grr and argh), but they soon left (yay and hurrah), so we could get on with the discothequing. Which cheered Kris up (previously, she had called me, and shouted down the phone, and got very cross. Which amused me greatly, as there is nothing funnier than an angry Kris). And we made friends with some crazy people who made us dance. Which was a very unboyish thing to do. BUt also hilarious.
AND AND AND
WE SAW BEN POSNET (however it's spelt). Oh my gee, he is TALL. Tall and tall again. It's insane. Madness 2006. Blast from the past, etc. And there was HITEN of course. Who danced like several spackers on speed, ie. like a nutcase. It was very funny. Indeed.
Today, I tidied for two whole hours, wearing nothing but Mickey Mouse pjs and very high heels. This included mopping. Note to all: mopping in heels is not only difficult, but very painful. I do not advise it. And then there was the dancing practice and obligatory air-guitaring which comes with listening to The Darkness on full volume. Ah yes. It was good.
And now I must carry on with the tidying. And making sure my hair doesn't get greasy. Somehow.
3 comments:
BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAA.
I LOVE DANCING WITH YOU.
ITS THE BEST.
LOL @ LAST NIGHT.
AGAIN.
MEOW.
XXXX
I MISS YOU, ASS MAN. I know I only saw you last friday. And that the name ass man is getting a LITTLE bit old now. But. Oh well.
Dunno what else to say.
Erm... ribbit?
Yes, that greasy hair needs attention. Greasy hair does not go with high heels. Life is a dance of energy. We should not forget this.
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