30!!!
Sorry it is a couple of days late, but as you can imagine, I have been busy recovering from my party. My party was fantastic, and a big thankyou to everyone who came (which was nearly everyone invited, plus a couple who didn't - cue weird older couple hanging round the door boogying) also a big thank you for the fact that everyone came dressed up - which I think contributed to the brilliant atmosphere.
Afternoon commenced in the local for Sunday lunch to line the stomach, where my lovely friends forced me to wear the footwear I was trying to stretch for the party whilst wearing a wear of army socks - they refused to let me take them off, and insisted on shouting 'look at her shoes' as I walked past people, and then made me go in tesco!! Thanks guys.
Then back to mine where we started to drink something called a spaz, which was basically vodka, red bull and lucozade. I was desperate to start to the dressing up, so once proton packs had been finished I did so. Think I scared my friends, it was like a parody of the 80's, Madonna gone oh so very wrong.
Adam Ant arrived, which triggered the rest of the people squatting in my house from Birmingham to get ready - the ghost busters and two very scary ladies.
We then all got the bus into town after walking over Hob Moore, this was hilarious, and resulted in children actually running to get a look at us, and cars swerving whilst people rubber necked in their cars.
Got into Thomas's and from there on in, for me things are a very happy but fuzzy blur. Was vaguely aware that necking all the many drinks bought for me was a bad thing, so drank the odd pint of water, but think that I was just drunk on the fact that everyone was having such a good time, and had come out to wish me happy birthday.
Guests included 2 x Adam Ant, Billy Idol, Prince, Alice in Wonderland, The ghost busters, Magnum, Boy George, Leanne Battersby!! and many scarily dressed women, and equally odd men wearing such as waist coats, ripped jeans, digital watches, and various other stuff that should have stayed in the decade they belonged.
Disco was brill, a big thanks to Bill for that, and also for encouraging me to take to the mike to sing along to Tiffany!!! Yeah thanks bill!
Also a big thanks to Mr fesk and Miss C for decorating the room, yes, really, thanks for spreading all those gorgeous photos around the room.
Party passed in a haze, although photos and texts show evidence of everyone having a cracking time, and then into Reflex. Straight onto the revolving dance floor, where some mad woman kept grabbing me.
Then finished the night in Toffs, excellent, where else, that's where all my other birthdays have finished so would have been wrong anywhere else, and the door staff where very good letting in 28 pissed up twats in when my ticket was only for 20.
Anyway, night was so good that words don't really do it justice, so you will have to wait for the pics which I hope to post here soon.
Got fab pressies, thanks everyone, and am being taken to London for the weekend to stay in a 4* hotel and see a show.
Thought for the day: Well not so much a thought as something which made me shake my head after 5 days of drinking - a conversation with my mum, where she referred to wanting to punch someone as them ' needing a good fisting'!!! I had to tell her never to say that again in that context, and to top that she then went on to tell me that where they used to live, one of the old neighbours had called the police as someone who has recently moved there (not into our old house i hasten to add!!) had stood in their garage opposite their kitchen window and simulated sex with a guineapig....... Conversations you really don't expect to have with your mum really!!!
Afternoon commenced in the local for Sunday lunch to line the stomach, where my lovely friends forced me to wear the footwear I was trying to stretch for the party whilst wearing a wear of army socks - they refused to let me take them off, and insisted on shouting 'look at her shoes' as I walked past people, and then made me go in tesco!! Thanks guys.
Then back to mine where we started to drink something called a spaz, which was basically vodka, red bull and lucozade. I was desperate to start to the dressing up, so once proton packs had been finished I did so. Think I scared my friends, it was like a parody of the 80's, Madonna gone oh so very wrong.
Adam Ant arrived, which triggered the rest of the people squatting in my house from Birmingham to get ready - the ghost busters and two very scary ladies.
We then all got the bus into town after walking over Hob Moore, this was hilarious, and resulted in children actually running to get a look at us, and cars swerving whilst people rubber necked in their cars.
Got into Thomas's and from there on in, for me things are a very happy but fuzzy blur. Was vaguely aware that necking all the many drinks bought for me was a bad thing, so drank the odd pint of water, but think that I was just drunk on the fact that everyone was having such a good time, and had come out to wish me happy birthday.
Guests included 2 x Adam Ant, Billy Idol, Prince, Alice in Wonderland, The ghost busters, Magnum, Boy George, Leanne Battersby!! and many scarily dressed women, and equally odd men wearing such as waist coats, ripped jeans, digital watches, and various other stuff that should have stayed in the decade they belonged.
Disco was brill, a big thanks to Bill for that, and also for encouraging me to take to the mike to sing along to Tiffany!!! Yeah thanks bill!
Also a big thanks to Mr fesk and Miss C for decorating the room, yes, really, thanks for spreading all those gorgeous photos around the room.
Party passed in a haze, although photos and texts show evidence of everyone having a cracking time, and then into Reflex. Straight onto the revolving dance floor, where some mad woman kept grabbing me.
Then finished the night in Toffs, excellent, where else, that's where all my other birthdays have finished so would have been wrong anywhere else, and the door staff where very good letting in 28 pissed up twats in when my ticket was only for 20.
Anyway, night was so good that words don't really do it justice, so you will have to wait for the pics which I hope to post here soon.
Got fab pressies, thanks everyone, and am being taken to London for the weekend to stay in a 4* hotel and see a show.
Thought for the day: Well not so much a thought as something which made me shake my head after 5 days of drinking - a conversation with my mum, where she referred to wanting to punch someone as them ' needing a good fisting'!!! I had to tell her never to say that again in that context, and to top that she then went on to tell me that where they used to live, one of the old neighbours had called the police as someone who has recently moved there (not into our old house i hasten to add!!) had stood in their garage opposite their kitchen window and simulated sex with a guineapig....... Conversations you really don't expect to have with your mum really!!!
posted by foofoofala @ 10:20:00 AM
1 Comments:
At 3:23 PM,
Anonymous said…
We were not squatting, merely perusing the fine wine, vodka and other alcoholic beverages on display. And with regards the shoe incident - you know you enjoyed all of the attention. If Mr. Fesk wasn't such a catch, I know you'd have run off with the guy from Tesco's who was really giving you the eye - it was the shoes I tell thee!!
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