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Photos like whoa. But no one has dialup anymore anyway...
Breakfast. My breakfast.
And my friends.
And my cupcakes.
Now that's over, onto the ninth, and Circe's birthday. Gloriously, it snowed.
Champagne breakfast. We started drinking at nine am.
Dinner at seven, not a moment later!
Preparing to prepare a cocktail or two.
No party is complete without a colourful group of drinks.
And an equally colourful group of partygoers.
Some of which dealt badly with their booze.
Or hilariously.
Jen asks "Is there room for Jesus between you?" and Circe tries to put her Jesus up Jen's nose. Spelunking Jesus!
Couch of Manly Leg Hair
Face attacks...
And snuggles.
And more snuggles.
Tim walks with beanbag shoes. A manly attempt.
Beautiful dancing!
"You'll be disgusted when you find where I've hidden the candy floss," says Tim.
She does look disgusted.
Curly girls snuggle attack.
Breakfast. My breakfast.
And my friends.
And my cupcakes.
Now that's over, onto the ninth, and Circe's birthday. Gloriously, it snowed.
Champagne breakfast. We started drinking at nine am.
Dinner at seven, not a moment later!
Preparing to prepare a cocktail or two.
No party is complete without a colourful group of drinks.
And an equally colourful group of partygoers.
Some of which dealt badly with their booze.
Or hilariously.
Jen asks "Is there room for Jesus between you?" and Circe tries to put her Jesus up Jen's nose. Spelunking Jesus!
Couch of Manly Leg Hair
Face attacks...
And snuggles.
And more snuggles.
Tim walks with beanbag shoes. A manly attempt.
Beautiful dancing!
"You'll be disgusted when you find where I've hidden the candy floss," says Tim.
She does look disgusted.
Curly girls snuggle attack.