Had a lovely evening yesterday in a friend's house. Indian food and beer and . . . grass. Sigh, had forgotten how much I love getting high. I know, I know. I'm a mammy and meant to be above all that but it's so nice. Great company helps too but . . . next morning?? Oh deah, but my tummy is bleugh and I smell smokey and whilst worth it at the time, right now I feel foul.
Going to a party tonight. A fancy dress party and I can't wait. It's in Verena and Chris's house and it's going to fabulous. I won't be able to look at Chris for the night because I know what his mask is like. Think 'cheese grater and face', eek. Himself is going as Alan from the Hangover 2 and I'm going as a paper doll. I had a very Blue Peter-esque week and made my own costume. Still struggling with bits of it but I reckon it looks fantastic.
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