Last night was a party for… Eleanor? Who has just come back from Dijon in France to spend the week in exciting Leamington. As me and Eleanor are dear friends going way back I thought it only proper to come and celebrate this magnificent occasion, which may also have been her birthday. Whatever the occasion, the signal went up and I had to summon the gang, there was partying to be done.
We begun at my house, that secret hotbed of intruige and awesome that is home to myself and Mat 'Ladykiller' Mannion, erstwhile King of Wales and power blogger extraordinaire. I told him that a party was in danger and he did not hesitate in swinging into action, and once I had got him down from the rope we were ready to roll. We strode with purpose to the bus stop and were soon closing in on the destination.
Researching the party had led us to only one conclusion; we needed more firepower. Luckily the third member of our superhero squad was in town and he's got all the power that you could ever need. Sam 'So Evil' Boulby was summoned to us and the group was at full strength. Thanks to our sidekick Simon 'Sidekick' Young I was able to match real directions to my drunken recollections and navigate us safely to the party location.
We swept through the door with our billowing black coats, that demarcate us from the masses, and quickly assesed the situation. My nemesis was here and no doubt brewing some diabolical scheme, acting swiftly I deployed beer.
There was punch, cocktails (god, what was in those cocktails Sarah) and vodka jelly. Simon Young arrived soon enough and all of us chatted about blogs and other random stuff as I gradually got totally drunk. I'm sure I made some new friends, with a pornographic couple and a ex-boxing, slacker called Cath (I think).
There were some very amusing fireworks, one went awry and nearly flew into the crowd but we all survived intact. The funniest ones made a tremendous wooshing noise as they flew into the sky and then, just as that faded out, a rather embarrasingly quiet 'pop' with no noticable sparks. Sadly, nothing was set on fire.
I reached 'silly drunk' on the drunkometer and fired off all the party poppers at Sam, all 30 odd of them. It didn't seem to get boring. then almost as soon as we arrived it was time to go, no time even for a proper sing-a-long. We walked back towards the centre of town and geeked out Simon to the max with GI Joe.
Somehow I had mistaken 11:03 for 11:30 and thus me and Mat missed the last bus home and instead got the most expensive taxi ever. I was too drunk to care, Mat will kill me later probably. I left a lovely message for Greg and then went to bed with Buffy.