It's us. Last night we converged on Danny's house for his bisexual party.
No, wait. We meant BIRTHDAY party. Our mistake.
We spent the day preparing for the excitement of the event of the year. We trekked through the snow to buy supplies. We bought supplies. We trekked back with our supplies. We unpacked our supplies. We made use of our supplies. We made our supplies, readers, into a CAKE.
And a pass the parcel. 17th birthdays have never been so crazy.
The pass the parcel was a resounding success. Timmy got the pick necklace, the lime was well received, and Jasmine won the Teletubbies paint we'd purchased earlier. Overall everyone was happy.
The cake was, of course, delicious. After all, we did make it ourselves. We even decorated it with popping candy chocolate elves.
The pass the parcel was a resounding success. Timmy got the pick necklace, the lime was well received, and Jasmine won the Teletubbies paint we'd purchased earlier. Overall everyone was happy.
The cake was, of course, delicious. After all, we did make it ourselves. We even decorated it with popping candy chocolate elves.
We watched Dawn of the Dead (especially for Matt). It was average. We'd tell you what happened but neither of us managed to follow the plot. Needless to say, there were zombie like things. They got shot. There was a black guy. He shot things. The norm then.
We played a game. The game had cars in, the game also had a name. We forget the name. We were amazing at the game. We drove, we jumped, we threw ourselves off buildings, we DRIFTED, readers. All in all, we won. Or we like to think so. Because after all, we beat Matt.
We also managed to sneak a banner into Danny's bedroom. "Vicky you er, need the toilet, don't you?" said Jasmine. I went along with this, but of course needed to take two people with me. What can I say? I'm a girl.
So up the stairs we went, but were we heading for the bathroom? NO. We clambered another flight of stairs into Danny's bedroom, where we blue tacked the banner onto his wall. A banner which had once said "Happy 16th birthday", but with a bit of newspaper, some scissors and some sellotape, now read "Happy 17th birthday". Danny, however, guessed that bathroom activities hadn't been going on and immediately found it. I think he was pleased.
We might have got away with it if we hadn't pulled the same trick at Timmy's party... Only sticking a picture of Robert Pattinson over his bed instead of a nice banner. He was, lets say, less than pleased, and proceeded to burn it in the kitchen.
But the star of the evening was definitely Danny's dog, Baz. Baz is adorable. And fluffy. And smiley. And lovely. I want a Baz. I've never particularly been a dog person. BUT I'M A BAZ PERSON. Vicky said that he was "fine", which is a compliment indeed.
We returned home to play The London Game, which I mentioned in a previous post. Remember how amazing it is? REMEMBER HOW FUN IT IS?! Yeah, it never gets old. We both won a game, which was nice. Then we retired to bed, to discuss the evenings events and Paul McCartney's fetching skirt. A night well spent, I think.
Jasm and Vic x
We played a game. The game had cars in, the game also had a name. We forget the name. We were amazing at the game. We drove, we jumped, we threw ourselves off buildings, we DRIFTED, readers. All in all, we won. Or we like to think so. Because after all, we beat Matt.
We also managed to sneak a banner into Danny's bedroom. "Vicky you er, need the toilet, don't you?" said Jasmine. I went along with this, but of course needed to take two people with me. What can I say? I'm a girl.
So up the stairs we went, but were we heading for the bathroom? NO. We clambered another flight of stairs into Danny's bedroom, where we blue tacked the banner onto his wall. A banner which had once said "Happy 16th birthday", but with a bit of newspaper, some scissors and some sellotape, now read "Happy 17th birthday". Danny, however, guessed that bathroom activities hadn't been going on and immediately found it. I think he was pleased.
We might have got away with it if we hadn't pulled the same trick at Timmy's party... Only sticking a picture of Robert Pattinson over his bed instead of a nice banner. He was, lets say, less than pleased, and proceeded to burn it in the kitchen.
But the star of the evening was definitely Danny's dog, Baz. Baz is adorable. And fluffy. And smiley. And lovely. I want a Baz. I've never particularly been a dog person. BUT I'M A BAZ PERSON. Vicky said that he was "fine", which is a compliment indeed.
We returned home to play The London Game, which I mentioned in a previous post. Remember how amazing it is? REMEMBER HOW FUN IT IS?! Yeah, it never gets old. We both won a game, which was nice. Then we retired to bed, to discuss the evenings events and Paul McCartney's fetching skirt. A night well spent, I think.
Jasm and Vic x
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