House Party

Sorry the the lack of blogging, the internet was down for several days but it has now been sorted and i am back, connected to the throbbing bundle of wires they call the world wide web.

The GF had invited me out with several of her friends last night under the guise of a 'leaving party' for one of the members of her party. It was not a leaving party, that turned out to be the flimsiest excuse for a piss-up in the history of alcohol consumption. Instead, it was an opportunity for one of the girls to meet up with someone and said someone's friend and go salsa dancing and drinking. This would have been OK but said someone was at least 25 years older than every single member of the party. I found it very strange.

But, the excuse wore thin, as did the patience of the very aggressive bar staff as some of the party did not have "ID" and so were harassed continuously. In the end we broke into 2 groups, the group containing said someone and the other one.

Soho was suggested as an idea and, being the flaming lesbian that i am, i agreed vehmently and was duely instructed to lead the way to the nearest bar. We ended up in an OK place with a dancefloor and a half decent DJ. It was an alright night but i would have liked to dance as opposed to sucking face in the corner, or, our other favourite hobby, couple watching.

We spotted a funny one last night! One girl was very big, butch and agressive looking and the other was a dainty little chav with blonde highlights and an overly fake tanned body.

In other news, i'm having a house party today. The draw situation turned dire for several minutes when i was alerted by telephone that we may not have any. I made some calls and sorted it then got a call back from the original caller saying thay'd sorted it. So i had to cancel the previous order.

I have no idea how many people are coming to this party, how much drink to buy (although i have a £50 limit) or what weather to expect. And, to make matters worse, Mother Dearest, who i still unfortunately live with, is returning at 12-1ish, not tomorwow morning as i previously expected. But i'm not stressed, oh no. My motto is; c'est la vie! I can't do anything about it, so why bother wasting my current happy demenour my worrying.