Last night was one of those fantastic nights, when you're expecting to have a terrible time and end up having a blast. They're most definately the best kind of days.
I spent the morning in bed, the afternoon shopping (wow, did i drop a bundle...) and the early evening trying to decide whether or not i was going to go out. BUT, bri gave me my marching orders and decided to come with me.
First stop was youth group. My aim to make a quick appearance and make sure everything was going smoothly ended up being a longer stay, with me helping the kids paint glass rocks and make chocolate scones (or try to!). It was lots of fun, and i was sorry to leave, but i had people from stop #2 calling and telling me to hurry up.
So, i grabbed bri from her place and we went to Little M's 18th birthday party. I can't believe that he's all grown up already! Still, it was a little bizzare to be at his party - i definately felt old. It didn't help that all of his guy friends kept coming up to talk to the two older girls and ask their opinions on uni and stuff... i saw some of the kids that used to go to kids club with me, and i loved catching up with them. So, instead of staying a half hour, we stayed an hour and a half. Lots of fun!
We got to stop #3 - a friend's 21st - just as the speeches were starting. My crippling fears that i'd not know anyone and would be completely freaking out were assuaded when i realised that it wasn't a big party and i knew at least a dozen other people there. Drinks were on the house, speeches (and accompanying props) were hilarious, the photos of me on the slideshow weren't hideous and the dance that one of the boys and i invented was hilarious - as were all the photos that we took. After a few hours of chatting, general hilarity, bubble blowing and high fives. The 'i don't like sandcastles face' made a comeback too.
After we got kicked out of the Hyde Park Tav at closing, we bummed around on the streets (much to the annoyance of the tetchy bouncers) while we waited for taxis to take us to Electric Circus. There was no line (WOOO!), so we headed straight in and spent the next few hours dancing up a storm. One of the boys tried his best to get me to do some crazy dancing... but we eventually settled for the regular kind. I fended off the usual creepy old men and drunken boys, took my turn wearing the giant gold medallion that had been the birthday boy's fake bling, congratulated the guys on their pulls and thanked my lucky stars that i'd swapped my heels for flats before we'd left the Tav. It was an absolute blast!
When EC closed, we headed to Marcellina's for pizza and garlic bread (i managed to score a slice from the ravaging boys, some of whom were crippled from hunger pains...). We had to eat outside, as the place was cold, but that didn't bother us. So, while we ate, one of the boys entertained us with stories about how he came from Romania (which lead to a discussion on the exact location of Romania - which we couldn't quite decide on) and a conversation about the origins of the low-slung jeans on guys. Apparently, it originated in the US from guys paying homage to their friends in jail; the jailed guys all had to wear baggy clothes, because everything was too big. It was a random, but interesting end to the evening.
We split into taxis, and the birthday boy and i shared one home. By the time i got into bed, it was 6am... daylight saving time change-over had been overlooked, oops! I was absolutely exhausted, but i'd had a great night. I forget how much fun i have with those guys, and how easy it is to get along with them. Perfect night out. Wooooo!!!
I spent the morning in bed, the afternoon shopping (wow, did i drop a bundle...) and the early evening trying to decide whether or not i was going to go out. BUT, bri gave me my marching orders and decided to come with me.
First stop was youth group. My aim to make a quick appearance and make sure everything was going smoothly ended up being a longer stay, with me helping the kids paint glass rocks and make chocolate scones (or try to!). It was lots of fun, and i was sorry to leave, but i had people from stop #2 calling and telling me to hurry up.
So, i grabbed bri from her place and we went to Little M's 18th birthday party. I can't believe that he's all grown up already! Still, it was a little bizzare to be at his party - i definately felt old. It didn't help that all of his guy friends kept coming up to talk to the two older girls and ask their opinions on uni and stuff... i saw some of the kids that used to go to kids club with me, and i loved catching up with them. So, instead of staying a half hour, we stayed an hour and a half. Lots of fun!
We got to stop #3 - a friend's 21st - just as the speeches were starting. My crippling fears that i'd not know anyone and would be completely freaking out were assuaded when i realised that it wasn't a big party and i knew at least a dozen other people there. Drinks were on the house, speeches (and accompanying props) were hilarious, the photos of me on the slideshow weren't hideous and the dance that one of the boys and i invented was hilarious - as were all the photos that we took. After a few hours of chatting, general hilarity, bubble blowing and high fives. The 'i don't like sandcastles face' made a comeback too.
After we got kicked out of the Hyde Park Tav at closing, we bummed around on the streets (much to the annoyance of the tetchy bouncers) while we waited for taxis to take us to Electric Circus. There was no line (WOOO!), so we headed straight in and spent the next few hours dancing up a storm. One of the boys tried his best to get me to do some crazy dancing... but we eventually settled for the regular kind. I fended off the usual creepy old men and drunken boys, took my turn wearing the giant gold medallion that had been the birthday boy's fake bling, congratulated the guys on their pulls and thanked my lucky stars that i'd swapped my heels for flats before we'd left the Tav. It was an absolute blast!
When EC closed, we headed to Marcellina's for pizza and garlic bread (i managed to score a slice from the ravaging boys, some of whom were crippled from hunger pains...). We had to eat outside, as the place was cold, but that didn't bother us. So, while we ate, one of the boys entertained us with stories about how he came from Romania (which lead to a discussion on the exact location of Romania - which we couldn't quite decide on) and a conversation about the origins of the low-slung jeans on guys. Apparently, it originated in the US from guys paying homage to their friends in jail; the jailed guys all had to wear baggy clothes, because everything was too big. It was a random, but interesting end to the evening.
We split into taxis, and the birthday boy and i shared one home. By the time i got into bed, it was 6am... daylight saving time change-over had been overlooked, oops! I was absolutely exhausted, but i'd had a great night. I forget how much fun i have with those guys, and how easy it is to get along with them. Perfect night out. Wooooo!!!
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