Party last Satdee night

Satdee mate, satdee night.

So, we had this little party on Saturday night. It was an excuse, nothing more, but the official point of the party was to welcome me back into town. Cara and I set the place up brilliantly, the lighting was freakin awesome but there was a crazy amount of prep beforehand, we were totally exausted before anything started.

We were ready pretty much on time.
An hour later, no one has rocked up.
We had enough food and alcohol to beat the army.
Cara and I look at each other, at least we won't be hungry for a while....

The doorbell rings, and I always try not to appear excited.
The two little groups appear and make polite small talk in the kitchen.
You know how some small groups are stupid fun, and others are slightly painful. There were the latter. Lovely but are there to be entertained rather than there to bring the funness.
I make and invent cocktails as much for something to do as to get the party started.

Then.
Then the house just freakin explodes.
There were so many goddam people! It was amazing.
I reckon only half of the people I invited rocked up, but there were stacks of peeps I didn't really know. What I realised by the end, was that there were 3 significant groups of people, the people that didn't rock up didn't fit into those groups, but of those 3 groups, everyone in them was in the house. Stupid Fun Crazy Sexy Cool!

Anyway, I don't remember anything else.
Word.




'Not a pimp party.'