The best birthday I had wasn't even my own
I ended up being invited to this girl's 18th who I knew, but didn't exactly like. However, my best mate (who had recently been dumped) needed me there for moral support as her ex would be there with his new girlfriend.
We stumbled to the venue about two hours late after drinking three bottles of white wine between us, and decided that the most logical way to continue the night would be on the wine. We slumped in the corner where we could see the entire room and before long were managing to draw attention to ourselves by shouting about how crap the party was. Luckily, the DJs were mates of mine, so I ended up commandeering the decks for a while, and can vaguely remember this making the party a lot better.
However, it was when my mate's ex turned up the party really got lively. His new girlfriend turned out to be an almost carbon copy of my friend, which I pointed out to him often and loudly, before we ended up in a fist fight (to clarify, I am a girl). I got several punches in before one of my DJ friends decided it would be a good idea to get me home to bed. I barely made it out the door before collapsing and vomiting a lake of white wine. The car park seemed flooded to my drunk eyes and I ended up panicking I would drown, but my mate pointed out it would look a lot shallower if I wasn't lying face flat in it. How he got me home I have no idea.
(Having read this back, I realise what a bitch I was to the poor girl whose birthday it was. Sorry if I ruined your birthday, but I thought it was a top night out!)
(Lizzilla, Sat 10 Dec 2005, 13:59, Reply)