Party people in the house!
Well, the big day passed without too much fuss ... actually, I had a pretty good time all round. Woke up early-ish and opened my pressies (ta Ma, Pa, sis and Kyle!) then spent the rest of the day rushing around like a blue-arsed fly ... across the carpark to the hire place for glasses and chairs, then a quick scrub of the bathroom, followed by a how-the-fuck-does-so-little-food-and-drink-cost-so-much trip to the supermarket, then an afternoon in the kitchen prepping aforementioned supplies, followed by a quick change, a liberal dash of the new smellies and then waiting for it all to kick off ...
... oh buggery bollocks, there's another goddamn rugby test on! Still when everyone finally did arrive, they did so en masse and the night began properly. Much drinking, laughing, eating, mingling ... a seriously distinct lack of carousing, but thems the breaks. I even managed to score a free drink off Mal when we decamped to the bar a little later on so I was doing okay, I thought. I was subsequently cornered in the bathroom by Ms Amanda, stupidly let slip it was my birthday and was then told to kiss every man waiting in line for a cubicle. Slinking off was never a more appealing option, I tell you.
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