So. Party antics.
Officially, my birthday was yesterday, I decided. We all got dressed up (some of us pornographically)and headed to Oli's kitchen where I was treated to ANOTHER two birthday cakes, which makes my total this year a rather impressive four.
Admittedly there weren't a huge amount of us, but we spent the first hour trying to shoot plastic cups off Indiana Jones' head with Robin Hood's bow and arrow. Friar Tuck had a go and missed spectacularly, and then the little boy from The Snowman stepped up and owned us all.
Indy then let us play with his whip, and we spent another hour or so trying to whip plastic cups off the chest fridge, possibly attempting to grab them with the whip and pull them over to us. We all failed miserably, although the boy from The Snowman was quite good at making it crack loudly, and I looked very odd with a spider in one hand and a whip in the other. I still hadn't found my tuffet, and was beginning to get anxious.
There was much quaffing of beer and JD and coke, then all of us made a vague attempt to walk to the pub, where we met up with Tinkerbell, Jack Sparrow and his wench. The white rabbit went up to get us drinks, and me and Indy had a long conversation about the merits of Maya. Sparrow's wench and Friar Tuck joined us, and we talked for about half an hour about 3D animation. Somewhere in this time, I lost my spider (probably leaving it on the tuffet), but I found it again when Shredder's lawyer threw it at my head. The Child-Catcher and friend went home early, and we were joined by a Russian guy from China/Wales who offered us a lot of vodka.
As we were returning to the kitchen from the pub, Friar Tuck and the boy from The Snowman tried some buch-vaulting and landed very hard on the pavement, with Friar Tuck narrowly avoiding both a lampost and Robin Hood's head. Indy ate the egg he stole from the temple of doom (it was golden, naturally) and we had more cake and crisps and everyone got more drunk.
And I don't have surreal nights.
Admittedly there weren't a huge amount of us, but we spent the first hour trying to shoot plastic cups off Indiana Jones' head with Robin Hood's bow and arrow. Friar Tuck had a go and missed spectacularly, and then the little boy from The Snowman stepped up and owned us all.
Indy then let us play with his whip, and we spent another hour or so trying to whip plastic cups off the chest fridge, possibly attempting to grab them with the whip and pull them over to us. We all failed miserably, although the boy from The Snowman was quite good at making it crack loudly, and I looked very odd with a spider in one hand and a whip in the other. I still hadn't found my tuffet, and was beginning to get anxious.
There was much quaffing of beer and JD and coke, then all of us made a vague attempt to walk to the pub, where we met up with Tinkerbell, Jack Sparrow and his wench. The white rabbit went up to get us drinks, and me and Indy had a long conversation about the merits of Maya. Sparrow's wench and Friar Tuck joined us, and we talked for about half an hour about 3D animation. Somewhere in this time, I lost my spider (probably leaving it on the tuffet), but I found it again when Shredder's lawyer threw it at my head. The Child-Catcher and friend went home early, and we were joined by a Russian guy from China/Wales who offered us a lot of vodka.
As we were returning to the kitchen from the pub, Friar Tuck and the boy from The Snowman tried some buch-vaulting and landed very hard on the pavement, with Friar Tuck narrowly avoiding both a lampost and Robin Hood's head. Indy ate the egg he stole from the temple of doom (it was golden, naturally) and we had more cake and crisps and everyone got more drunk.
And I don't have surreal nights.