Week day.....Six....J-1

Buzz was on as today was a big event. Four of our PA club members were celebrating today their b'day. Theme was "Idole Kitch" which in pétasse land seems to translate into "se tarlouzer à donf!". After my mishap with the high heels, I was surely not going to cross dress. Magninmous me, after having slept about 4 hours and having breakfast at my parent's went on and woke up V. Muahhahahahahahaa...how  nice of me.

 B. was having trouble finding a disguise, after going with him to a disguise shop, we loitered for ages looking at various things and he couldn't come with anything. At the end had to give him my precious fake fur panther patterned cloth. I meanwhile decided to go as Mister Motivator.

ex-OOD was going to go as Lawrence of Arabia and thus came home to pick up his disguise. We did have dinner, drank a bit, chatted for a while and managed to give him a sugar rush attack. Though when we looked at the clock we were really late....on the way there, people started calling us wondering where the heck we where. But I had to do "mon entrée" as I am Chausson d'Or proud owner now...a mini star! And oh boy which entrée we did...the place was packed, it felt as I was worped into überparty-gaycosmonova. Impressive. Bubbly flowing continuously, moi dying of heat under my Mister Motivator shell suit and people dancing and screaming.

Few hours later, people started droping like flies either going home, sleeping in the only bed available or "driving the bus" as we like to say in Sweden. Moi with the alcoholic education I have been having lately, kept scavenging for more bubbly.....

On our way back, B. decided to take us back home. A.R was utterly drunk and kept pestering myself and B. whilst he was being very nice to b'day boy L. and ex-OOD.....that is A.R. for you, nice when sober and horrid when drunk. Though some misshap was to come, B.'s car decided to die for good on us, in the middle of the street. A.R vanished when we tried to park the car, b'day boy L. got his olive tree stolen when he left it on the pavement for 3 minutes to help us push the car. Worse was to come to A.R who I heard that he picked up two young boys on his way home. Once there, they left him after knicking his phone, his camera and a bottle of Gucci perfume...he tried to give the chase, but being utterly drunk, fell on the stairs and once in the street they were gone......Never ever pick up someone when you are pissed out of your tits.