HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIUS!!

This weekend I had a party. Me an bubble_the_fish decided that since we've known eachother for ten years this month we sholuld celebrate it. I will write a post about Julie, too, but not now.

Now is time to talk party. Yes. This was the most successful party I've ever been to. Technically I didn't go to this party, it came to me. In my flat. It was so brilliant. And everyone seemed to have a good time. And now for the best part.

Sunday morning I woke up with the usual "it's Sunday oh fuck"-head ache and the "Eeurgh it's Sunday I hate it"-nausea and did damage control. The first thing I noticed was that my underwear drawer was pulled out of the wardrobe onto the floor and all my underwear lay scattered around. Hmm. Then, I went to get something to drink from the refrigerator and inside there was a boob. You read me, a boob. No soda, no juice, a boob.

So I went for water instead. Someone had messed with the water tap. So I go for water in the bathroom. There is no handle on my bathroom door.

The living room however, was spotless. Absolutely spotless! Spotless to the extent of echo when I talk. It's cleaner now than before parties at my place. How fucking brilliant is that? very.

So a list of damages from this party:
- underwear drawer
- boob in refrigerator
- crazy kitchen tap
- no bathroom door handle

That is nothing. And the fact that everything was so clean made up for all this anyway.

Go to the facebook if you want to see pictures from this success. EEP!

Now excuse me, while I go back to my studies.