Party
This is a weblog of a recent party held chez Bunny. I was 23. *shame*

'It’s taken me over a week to gather up the pieces of my birthday weekend and I’ve had suprisingly few flashbacks. I know I must’ve had a good time by fact that my mouth was like the devil’s armpit and the house was a bit worse for wear but I’ve had to rely on eyewitness statements filling in many of the blanks.

The night started fairly slowly with respectable guests and the house looking like a fairy grotto thanks to the wife and her sister. We provided a buffet of Haribo and a tasty Shrek cocktail (which usually involves WKD Blue and an orangey vodka drink which turns the colour of Shrek) but I think I must’ve partaken in too much sugar cos before I knew it I was quite wobbly.

I place some of the blame for the downturn in events firmly in D’s hands, as he came armed with enough drink to kill a cow and an intention to provide me with tequila all night. From then on things get a little blurry…

Some of the highlights include…

*15 people spilling into my room in the hope of catching me boffing. They were all disappointed and I was greatly bemused.

*Duck Milk’s and Mr D’s late arrivals were greeted with much leaping and ‘F**kin’ hell she’s mullered!’ as I decorated them with my birthday balloons.

*Feeding the local youths pizza and crisps in the vain hope they’d bugger off for a few hours. Instead they decided to throw their drunken 13 year old selves down the front steps and demand vodka from us. A gatecrashing ensued (they did actually break the gate. The irony was not lost on me). The police turned up a good hour after D had picked up the youths by the scruff and hurled them out. However I got my council tax’s worth as I had a birthday kiss and they offered to strip.

*A passing out in the garden and D coming in with him slung over one shoulder, with a ‘where do you want him?’

*P grabbing his Jack Daniels off me for attempting to give him 'Bunnygirl measures'.

*Bundling A into a taxi with only one shoe (which wasn’t on his foot). The shoe has not yet resurfaced.

Thanks to Mrs M was made aware that for some of the night I was dressed as a Jedi whose weapon of choice was pickled onions rather than the Force. I am also grateful to her for rescuing me from offers of a threesome and for the moonlit dance we had around the garden.

I have learnt a few things though.
1) Jif lemon shouldn’t be drunk as a lemon wedge replacement when shooting tequila.
2) D is the handiest party guest ever
3) It was the best birthday I’ve had! Thanks everyone!'
(Bunnygirl, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 11:23, Reply)