Hey:)

I said I would outline the events of the weekend. Here it goes.

Saturday, 2nd April 2005:

When I got to Sam's house at 7.30, Vikki, Carlie, and Fran had been there since 5pm, to help set up. Sam did my hair and looked at my present. At 7.45, Kay, Emma, Sam T arrived and then soon did Carly, Sam V, Claire and anyone else i've forgotton. Simon turned up last of our lot which wasn't really too suprising. Sam looked at a few pressies including the one from Kay before deciding to open the rest the next day. Soon, load of the other people arrived, which included what I maybe not so affectionately call the chalfont lot and also Sam's cousins. The first thing some people do is go out the back to smoke what everybody thinks was weed. At this point, I was a little freaked out at the amount of people. The next thing to come along was the worry that Sam had that this annoying guy was going to gatecrash. He didn't in the end but this led to some people wondering off which caused more problems. In the course of the night, drinks were spilled, tears were shed and a whole lot of junk food and drink were consumed (by me at least!). Also, the clock got into a weird position. The front room was ever so pretty, decorated with coloured lights. The music wasn't that bad, and I joined in with singing Bohiemian Rahpsody (even though I hate Queen but know all the words) but not really Sammy. It was nearing the end where I was outside and Sam was oh so not happy (I so don't blame her) so she wished everybody to go. This was around 9.30, where there was a loud exclamation that the Polish Pope had died by Vikki. At this point, I was sitting on a bench with Fran, Carly and Simon. We decided that unlike some stupid idiots who planned on walking drunkenly down the duel carridgeway we would go back to Frans or mine. We decided on Frans. We went back into the house, where most of the people had gone to wait for her mum to pick us up. At this time, we talked to Sue, Des, Sam and Carlie (who was staying the night). Soon Frans mum picked us up, while Sam threatened her cousin to get back here now.

The next stage in our little adventure, Frans house!

So it was me, Carly, Simon and Fran (who was the only one a little piddly on Baileys and Cider, where she got through 3/5ths of the bottle) sitting outside around her tables and chairs with blankets and candles. We also had lemonade, cider and Xmas cake, which would have been hilarious to have seen Fran cut it up, as it came out in a smashed mess. We talked about some people, the party, and how they're gonna get in trouble with their parents. We called people to check on them. We had a mild pyromaniacs moment, started by the rememberance of Vikki burning a pantyliner the last time we were there. Simon (Donald hahaha!! He made a good pyromaniac!) put his invitation on the candle while he and Carly lit it to try and light the wick because it refused to light. I then put the kitchen towl on it and it went *woolf* biig flames:) Simon chucked lemonade on it and I cleaned the candle out eventually. It was a good reminising time and I was the last one to leave at 11.50pm.

Sunday, 3rd April 2005:

I called Fran at 11 something and we organised a wonder about for 1pm. We met at Frans, me, Fran, Carly and Sam, who didn't need any help tidying up from yesterday. We wondered down by the moor and sat on a log. It was such a nice day that we decided to have a bbq, at my house. We wondered back to Frans to nick stuff. It was called a plan in organisational skills using our combined intellect and money. We stupidly thought we could find an open shop in the village on Sunday afternoon. We got some squash, petit pains, and vanilla desserts from Fran and garlic bread, sausages with tomato sauce from my house. When we got there, Sam and Fran were enamoured by my camera while Carly and me cooked, we ate outside with music and talked. Afterwards we just lie there, but not before we did the washing up and everything! Everybody stayed long enough to see my pictures put on the computer then they left. It was a great day!

I think i've ran out of things to say finally! I don't know much about the spelling, it is 11.30! It took me half an hour to write all that! I'm going to bed now, night!

Additional: That day we talked about stuff including Frans adventures with carrying everything up the stairs. We gossiped so much in the morning about people. There was something else as well, but i've forgotton. Oh well...