Housewarming +2. The coast is clear....

The night was long, and the food was good. I made some serious greaswheel, and gots lots of comliments. Mostly drunken slurring ones from people who's tastebuds were slathered in CubaLibre, but props are props, and i'm keepin em.

The Old Lady got an idea! And a bit of a hangover.



A certain somone, who will remain nameless, was in training for a 10k run, and a marichino-cherry-nose-push-contest, all in the same night. Julian wants his drink back btw. Did a little of the Karoke, and lost my voice right there at the end. The high C is always a tricky one.



And the smile bug was everywhere....


Not to mention the cell wielding bohemian artists types who smell really good...where do they come from.....?