I'm sitting here with the BIGGEST grin after Em's 16th birthday party.
I'm also exhausted and surrounded by debris, but I guess thats the sign of a good party.
:D
Its brought back some old memories for me too, especially the "oh my god, Dom HUGGED me" comments, the mass exodus to the toilets/bar/food , the hanging over the fence to try and retrieve some lost sunnies, the multiple bodies strewn around the living room the next morning....
Ok, so i also have enough food to feed the whole street, and enough booze for at least a couple more parties, but hey, that goes without saying doesnt it.
In other news, Dave's still not back on his feet, so Death Cab For Cutie at Brixton tomorrow is out of the question.
I don't think I'll do the clubbing bit of the hen night in july , but i might go to the 21st that needs fancydress.
Thats not till august, so I'll have enough time to find something suitable to wear.
*goes off to research some suitably silly and yet not completely twattish costume*
