Not too blind to see...
So, before last night I couldn’t hear out of my right ear properly, but now I’m not sure I can hear quite properly out of my left ear, too! That’s gotta mean I had a great night, doesn’t it? Damn right. The state of my house also perhaps confirms slightly that either my friends are complete slobs or that we had a grand old time.
As I’m sure many of you are aware, it was my birthday last week. Possibly because it’s all this blog has been about for the past fortnight. And last night was my birthday party thang and going out razza-ma-jazz. It was a weird good night, actually. One of the best nights ever, one might say. I love my friends, I do, I do. They are a constant delight and joy and surprise for me, and I love them all. I love getting drunk with Ben, I love trash-talking with Curtis, and I love my ever-escalating attempts to freak the shit out of Samantha. I love bagging out on Alex and Tim, unashamedly flirting with Alana and having giggle-fits with Emmy and Lauren. I love how some days I think Brad is one of the very few people in the world who understands exactly what I’m talking about. I think Alisa is the wisest, most endearing person I know and I love that Erol and I are on exactly the same wavelength. I love Erol’s Fez! I think it might in fact be one of my favourite birthday presents ever. Darth Tater, too! I love that even though she’s in a bad way right now, Trang makes the effort to come over and have dinner with me before her deal goes down. If that ain’t love then I don’t know what love is, as the song goes. I had the time of my life last night, I think.
The party at mine started out a little later than I thought it would, and I could tell that Emmy and Lauren were freaked out by Ben, as are most people who meet him for the first time. I think they thought he was being ironical. Hiiilarious. Alex AND Emmy have their braces off now! Huzzah. Candy for all! I’m playing with my Darth Vader Mr. Potato Head that Curtis gave me, and I think I might be in love. And I’m wearing Erol’s fez, too! Bubble Wand! Mario Kart! Table Tennis! Royal Doulton Character Jugs! Dancing! Doobie Brothers! Kings! Drinking! Group photos! Secret huddle hugs in the corner! Bubble Wand! Ben’s hilarious rendition of “A Thousand Miles”! Marshmallows! Double Clickers! It’s just bizarre how comfortable we are around one another. My friends are family. And that was even before we had drunken escapades and bus drivers with the attitude. We ran for the bus, and we made it, but we didn’t know if Sammy and Alex would get on that same bus, so I rang them to check, and the bus driver asked if we were getting on, and we asked her to wait until we could check, and she just left! Frakkin’ bitch. I hate bus drivers. *throws fireball* So we ended getting a Maxi in, driven by a guy that comes into Civic a lot! Right on. We got mooned by these drunkards at some traffic lights and Ben and Curtis tried to put the moves on these girls in another taxi at a different set of traffic lights. And this was before we even got to Friday’s and I got to see someone whose name I’m not actually sure if I’m allowed to mention for the first time in a long while, which may or may not have cinched it as being one of the best nights ever. She complimented my shoes. I fear that if I did the same for her, it wouldn’t mean anything as I don’t know the first thing about what I’m talking about. *_*
Oh! And something incredibly illegal, stupid and foolhardy was committed by several members of my entourage. But what night hasn’t ended in tomfoolery? Thank you to everyone who played any part in my birthday celebratory