The next party I go to I will wear jeans and a T-shirt.
Everyone else did.
Pah!
OK so the party was a small get-together for Becky, who is moving to Wales on Sunday. There was some of her friends (who I can’t remember the names of!) and me and Jenni. Gary decided not to go. Dunno why. I had heaps of games for him. (Copies. Tut tut)
I came armed with some girlie drinks, Doritos and Nostrils (sorry, Minstrels) and proceeded to drink 7 sugar laden bottles of WKD.
Did I get pissed? No. 
One day, I’ll experience this Hangover thing that so many people seem to suffer from...
Anyway.. basically, all we did was sat around, ate crisps and drank lots while dissing Becky’s CD collection and listening to someone’s iPod or similar something.
Then we tried the intro game, i.e. guess what the current song is by the intro. I really need to listen to the charts more cos I didn’t know any
The karaoke discs came out at about 10ish and we had a good old sing-a-long to.. mmmm.. Bailamos (I can’t sing that low, Enrique!), Manic Monday and Greece. The latter, however, did not have any lyrics, just a “we’re sorry but permission for the use of these lyrics was denied” Hmm.. so why didn’t you just put another song on the CD instead then? Silly Karaoke CD makers
As I expected, there was no sign of Zidane at the party. However, Patrick Vieira turned up and I gave him loads of hugs which he seemed to like. Here’s a pic of him and Jenni doing a little pose.
My Doritos remained unopened.
Oh and I stayed over so their Dad could have a drink and not have to drive me home. Thoughtful aren’t I..
Bet you were hoping for something more juicy! Nah..
