there was a band. i am sure they were smoking the ganja. but that is by the by. the best thing was dancing when everyone else had gone home. there were five of us. and we danced to the hits of the 50s? i assume 50s. i recognised very little of it.

there was a bbq. but i ruined it. i mistook sweet chilli sauce for tomato sauce. so smothered everything including salads in the chilli sauce. i RUINED my dinner. sweet chilli sauce is a vital ingredient in a good satay sauce. but other than that... i'm not a fan of the stuff.

there was a gathering on the lawn. i gathered. and took blurry photographs. i love blurry photographs. i love the people in the photograph. i feel bad that they might feel stink about being recognised. but the readership of this blog has been down the last couple of days without me to check it twenty million times a day. so let's face it... noone will see it.

and there was tension. someone accused me of not being sober. and i'm like "sober this bitch". she was trying to get some random boy to drive me and my companions home. well, i think it was my companions she wanted driven home. she was probably happy for me to walk back to where we were staying. like 60 km away. on a cold night. but i'm over it though.

as good as last night was, it is nothing compared with how great tomorrow night will be and THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY at my place. see you at eight thirty sharp.