Daisy's Birthday

was absolutely brilliant.
After a hectic morning running back and forth from Chester Road to Sutton, we finally got the wacky backy off dear William before heading for home to get ready.
I arrived at Daisys 5 minutes late before practically everyone else, Fran, Biff, Lana, Daisy's family and I watched Daisy open her presents in embarrasment, then we all headed off down the road, quickly grabbing Lottie.
After managing to survive trekking down to Sutton barefoot in the freezing cold, we arrived at Jimmy Spices and waited for everyone else.
When Ethne, Jamie, Conor, Tom, Luke and Gina arrived, the food, fun and festivities began.
There were some pretty hilarious-looking people there, including our dinner ladies, a bloke with a huge moustache, various ginger children and a child who Daisy had a go at us for taking the mick out of because she (wrongly) thought the child had Downs Syndrome.
The jokes were rolling and a fair few people, especially Tom, was red-faced and crying with laughter.
Everyone was in a dead good mood and there was such a great vibe the whole night.
After a quick fag break and what felt like ages of waiting with a handful of everybody's collected cash, we paid and left.
The trip to the station barefooted was hilarious and involved lots of dancing and the occasional game of ASSFUCK; and after the young couples said their goodbyes, Tom and Luke had to leg it to their train.
All the girls headed off to Daisys, knocking back a bottle of wine and playing ASSFUCK on the way.
Once we arrived, we played a couple of games of Vodka "have you ever"; sang along to a couple of Kate Nash songs, because we have no lives; remembered the wacky backy, then we were avidly searching for tools to smoke it. After various ideas I thought of rolling it in a cake baking case with a train ticket filter. It worked fantastically, but I ended up the only person who got properly high. I thought grinding it with my cross was a nice touch.
It was fun but not an experience I want to repeat for a while.
My memory is a little hazy after that, but I do remember playing a quick game of chicken and chatting general bollocks with everyone and eating all the Maltesers/Ethne's GORGEOUS cake.
We went to sleep at about half 4, I woke up at half 5 to find Biff with her leg over me making chewing noises, and, still high I burst out laughing, but shockingly woke no one up.
Lana woke me up at half 9 and we all sat about eating toast and chatting more bollocks.
Fucking top night, I love you all.
I will edit this blog with some pictures later when I can be bothered.