Alrighty then

Yus, I figured you lot would want to hear my side of the story of the events of Sonja's birthday partay. (Fabby, I should say. Mostly.) So. I was tricked into walking straight into the path of the neighbours' fireworks. I screamed and ran into the arms of Bethman. It was demanded numerous times that I bopped in front of Leyla and numerous others. I yelled about cars in a conversation with Fran. I insisted I wasn't drunk. Nobody listened. I almost pulled a 13-year-old BEFORE I knew of his age. I went on to an 18-year-old with a name like a cross between 'Nishi' and 'Retard'. The 13-year-old wouldn't leave me alone. I frightened Nishi away. I amused Anji. I yelled 'LESBIAN!' on many an occasion. I cursed numerous times to Gemma. (The most attention I have ever paid to her.) I stole the French Fries from Gemma. It was funny. I was dubbed a 'legend' by Tara. I named one of Tara's comments 'truer words never before spoken by a minion'. I clung to Aisling. I truthfully told Avni she looked beautiful and that I envied her skin tone. She just laughed. It was suggested I drank Lambrini out of the cap. I formed a conga circle with a bunch of drunken guys. I destroyed my vocal chords in the process. I embarassed Weez. I yelled to Jaya to join us in dancing. She glared at me and continued to talk about willies. I failed to hide from the 13-year-old. I failed to understand why Cassie insisted she looked like a second-world-war wife. I had a humungously fabby time. I hope Sonja enjoys her present. Fnarr. (And I apologise to Rose for yet again stealing her blogging style. Hawhaw.)