I don’t think I ever want to turn twenty five.

It seems like such a scary age, where I feel like I should have done all the things I’d ever wanted to do in life and then settle down with a career and be sensible, stable, responsible, take on a variety of commitments like a mortgage and a family and I’ll go to those sort of dinner parties where I get a babysitter for the kids and find myself with a room full of equally amazing stable couples while I sip wine and talk about the state of affairs and complain about taxes, petrol prices and I get to listen to everyone else talk about their even more amazing lives…

But yeah…I digress…

This year Phil was turning twenty-five, and well it doesn’t really sound that all bad until you take into consideration that he’s now a quarter of a century olde! Then, and only then does it begin to sound kinda scary. Then you realise how fast time flies, give it two years and I really will be turning twenty five myself…

To celebrate Phil’s coming of oldeness, someone, somehow, sometime decided to have a house party at the guy’s/Tom’s house. It’s been kinda annoying and so forth, I’ve been trying to get a house party going for weeks and weeks now, but we just couldn’t seem to get it to happen. We just couldn’t get people in sync at all, but then as if by magic, Phil’s birthday allowed the perfect reasoning and motivation to get it to work.

I had booked the Saturday and Sunday off work though I still found myself working the Friday, no matter, I just drove straight over to the house after work. Alas I was extremely running late due to the following: Having to pack, needing a shower, washing and drying my hair (yes it’s that much of a job it gets its own spot), needing to eat, oh and watch half of hollyoaks…okay the last point was rubbish but shh…

So yeah left somewhat very late but burned it like crazy over to uni city and pulled up somewhat still worn out from work and travelling. I try to buzz someone to let me in, in the end I could only get hold of Rafeage who came down to open the door. Though curiously I was peeping through the hole in the door and saw Phil about the corridor but then disappeared again. Grr.

Rafe finally gets down and in I go and I find that I’d been that delayed (damn hollyoaks) that the Essex lot had even beaten me in getting there. The Essex turn out was somewhat surprisingly thin going, apart from Liz there was only Yates and Nick, turns out lots of people pulled out last minute. Rubbish.

I haul in my stuff then mong out for a while and demand tea in an unruly fashion which I drank with a (double) chocolate cornflake cake out of a batch that Nick had made because I asked him to ha.

The evening was spent chilling out, chatting, catching up on things - I find out a variety of “No one told me that!” news which also reminded me of how much things change these days. The main thing was that Grum had moved out, so I could take over/crash in his old room for the weekend instead of the smaller freezing cold room that use to be the spare room that had apparently now become the helicopter room (don’t ask…).

Suggestions of heading to the Giffard for drinks came up but people sacked that idea off and we all stayed in to drink (well the others drank, not me). I gave Phil his not that exciting birthday present of Southern Comfort and the sexy Tesco value card (I think I’m going to keep buying Tesco value cards for everyone in the future, just for my own amusement).

Rest of evening was then spent watching random crap on YT, lots of random banter, and me playing about with my camera as I was a bit tired to be socialiableblebleble and kinda breaking my 50mm lens a bit more (AF is fucked methinks?). Then I realised the time and went to take my ThreeSixtyFive shot, though I didn’t get up and announce proudly “I’m going to the toilet to do something very vain” like I tend to do back home. Boring boring boring shot. Oh well.

Eventually the booze content of the house gets drained (well all the beer goes) and Rafe and Phil and Liz decide to head to bed, leaving me, Nick and Yates in the front room. Well we’re meant to go to bed but I was trying to be nocturnal and be “last man standing” so to speak, which then led to some slight rivalry from Nick in who can stay up the latest. Bearing in mind we’d both been to work that day, and Nick have had a full week of full time work - it was a pretty dumb thing to compete about ha.

Anyway we sit and chat a bit while the guys set up camp for the evening on the sofas, I thankfully get a proper bed and the whole big room to myself next door for that night - score. I decided at this point that I was going to take a photo of Yates sleeping, which I joyfully informed him before he set about falling asleep. So yeah, that was my mission to wait till he’d fallen asleep then take a photo ha…

Didn’t take long though, seriously me and Nick went to the kitchen and when we’d returned he was gone hehe. Like a big baby…

Apart from taking photos further entertainment was obtained from bottle caps, and Yates as a human target. I did originally suggest human buckaroo but the flipping bottle caps game suddenly came into play. I don’t know why but I just couldn’t stop laughing/snickering/giggling while trying to flick the bottle caps at the designated target, I’m thinking maybe the sleep deprivation had somewhat made everything ten times more amusing than it actually was, but I just kept laughing and was waking for Yates to wake up while we were retrieving the caps. He never did fully wake though. He did kinda wake and Nick told me to wait a bit till he started snoring again then we’d continue (I’m quite disturbed by how well Nick knew Yates’ sleeping behaviour 0_o).

Eventually the game has to end because a) we’d lost most the tops either in places we couldn’t reach or b) tops were in places (ie. arse) around/on Yates we wouldn’t dare go fetch them from. By now it was around 5am, and erm yeah considering Nick had been up since 6-something we both go to turn in.

I slept pretty well, I think I woke up earlier than I should have, must have been around half 11ish methinks, and I hobble out with a duvet wrapped around me to see if the Essex guys were up. Turns out they were and I sat monged on a chair wrapped up duvet briefly chatting to them before I went to grab a shower. Yates mentioned he found bottle tops inside his sleeping bag - teeheehehe…

Anyway, people get up and slowly one by one go shower, while I nipped next door for a snack and then we kill time by playing some geetar hero. I have still yet to play GH3 though Rafe had somehow now acquired a PS3 though I swear he said he’d never get one o_0. I also found out last night that apparently Yates was somewhat quite addicted to GH, and also demonstrated the hardest song in GH2, which was insane! It really did take the piss but I’m sure someone somewhere out there had mastered that song…

So yeah, once all ready we head into town and go to ‘Nosh. Well I’d made the suggestion of a fry up breakie/lunch to people and they were game. I got a tasty eight piece and tea and all was well. Though we had to sit at two tables as they were bolted down and we couldn’t combine them, so Liz and Phil had their own ickle table and I shared one with Yates and Nick.

Liz had talked Yates into getting some ear piercing done the night before heh, and true to their word(s) they still wanted to do it that day. So we headed to a piercing tattoo place in town called Spikes, and Yates and Liz did the forms etc while the rest of us waited about. Was odd I’d never really checked out the piercing places there even while at uni. I think it was because I was done with piercing after I left home for uni, though I keep saying to myself I do need to get that ever elusive tattoo done and maybe another ear piercing on the right ear to balance me out.

So yeah we sat about and chatted until Liz and Yates had holes pokes into their flesh and metal shoved in. Liz had her Trag done while Yates was a top ear - Random impulsive piercing is fun. I sat about and snapped some photos out of boredom and watched some kid being embarrassed by his dad coming in to sign some forms so he could get something done.

Once pierced we decide to head down the pub for a drink, we head to the scream pub and while the others get served I go try and find seats. I wasn’t going to be boozing it up any time soon, but oddly the others came to me saying they wanted to see my ID too (after they’d all been IDed themselves). Now this isn’t usually a problem, but it kinda took the piss since most of them had been going to this same pub for years and years now, and I wasn’t buying alcohol! So yeah the others weren’t fussed about staying, so I went to the bar to purposely make a point of showing my ID before we left - just so it didn’t look like we were leaving because I was underaged.

We head to the Giff instead, and I was mergh that I couldn’t get a cup of tea, and ended up with some exciting water. We just chilled out with a round of drinks for a while and also waited a bit for the arrival of Hywel, Phil’s friend from back in Wales. I’d met Hywel before one summer when he came down for V festival to see Radiohead if I recall. The damn bastards are both going to see Radiohead again and I’m not :(

I started to feel pretty tired by this point already, and even a tiny bit antisocial. I laid back and tried to chill out in the corner while some random 80s rock and metal played in the background. I play about with my camera as I tend to do when I want to avoid social activity heh. I did get somewhat highly entertained by the duo of Yates and Nick air guitaring/keyboarding to one song, actually I found it pretty hilarious - ha bless em.

Once drunk up we return to the house and doss about until Hywel arrives. The plan was  for Liz and Phil to go pick him up from the station in Liz’s car, while I took the guys with me in my car to Asda and we’d rendezvous there to go stock up on booze etc for the house gatherinnggg.

I had a few minutes to kill before I would set off with the guys (you know to stagger the timing and all) so I kinda made good use of it by adjusting Phil’s wallpaper…

So yeah, we hit Asda, buy loads and loads of booze and loads and loads of pizzas (I also picked up some Orange and Raspberry cider, kettle chips and bucket of sweets)…then returned back to the house to tidy, organise and work out how to fit all that beer and pizza into the fridge/freezers…

Anyhow, including the vast amounts of food and drink I also picked up some permanent markers to draw on the Ikea table with. You see the Ikea table is from the era of uni when Rafe and Phil were sharing a house on the same road as Me and Chris. I remember they’d moved in and they needed a sitting room table. So of course a trip to Ikea was done. After some quick shopping about they picked up a table and two cushions (well I convinced them to get the cushions after explaining that their couch was hard and horrible and they needed them ;)). So while Phil went to fetch some Rafe and Chris did some larking about on the trolley haha.

Anyywayyy since the table was white and all, it was of course drawn on with pen with random shit and for some reason loads of Mighty Boosh song lyrics (I blame Phil for that one) 0_o So yeah I thought it was time to go for it again since it had now reappeared in the front room.

Yates immediately gets to work by drawing on the shelf board underneath the main part of the table, he decides to draw on the Essex swords - ah the invasion had begun! Which I then added a giant cock spaffing onto them…ah sums up Essex nicely then…

Here is the period of awkward time, it’s like the waiting time, it’s far too early for the party to get going but it’s also far too late to not be socialable you know? So we just chill out in the dimmed room and listened to some music. Phil’s pc was all set up downstairs for the music (he’d made a massive playlist for the evening ha) and was handy for random internet entertainment since I’d left my supermassive lan cable plugged in.

Not much happened here, some food was cooked to snack on and people started drinking.  I decided for the time being not to drink but instead start labelling people’s beer cans and cup’s with their names haha. Hey, “have pen-will write”, I think is a good term to use here…I continue this name labelling thing throughout the night haha, which actually came in handy because as people got pissed they were losing their drinks.

So yeah, we just chill out and drink, Liz goes to get changed, some people dotter about. I get to look at Phil’s sexy sexy In Rainbows vinyl boxset, it was pretty damn gorgeous and well made and I could start to see why they charged 40 quid for it. Though I still think it’s a lot of money.

Eventually Lianne and Grum turn up woo! It had been aggeeeeessss, more ageeesss than since I saw the others. We had a mini chat in the kitchen with them before they came to settle into the front room too. Finally it was slowly starting to evolve into a bit of a social…

Next people to show are Rafe with Ryan. Ryan stuck around for a little while though it was Chewie’s birthday too, so he buggered off at some point as well. Though I spot him in a club later that night…

Rafe rings his Sarah over, and soon we find Tom and his Sarah (there’s a lot of Sarah’s this evening…I shall avoid confusion by referring to each Sarah via their boyfriend’s name) coming down too. Woo! At last party vibe all round.  Well less of a party vibe so early on, imagine it as a big social with lots of people conversing and all.

Not much happens during this time apart from me deciding somewhere in my head that I wouldn’t be drinking this night, Ryan shows off and explains his Tattoo to Hywel who is also a bit tattooed, I also go check out Rafe’s set up in his little micro flat on the top floor. And witness the ecosystem formed on his sink…man it was rough.

Ryan makes leave, Rafe’s Sarah arrives, James arrives - another face I hadn’t spoken to in ageesss, I have a micro chat to find out what he’s been up to, he was working but not really into it heh.

Eventually the party vibe starts kicking off some more as people get start drinking and getting a bit drunk…

Some things to note: me changing Phil’s wallpaper again after I discover the removal of the cock :( I replace it with an edited shot of Phil and others dressed up for when they went to see Rocky Horror for Liz’s birthday one year…Also after some cruel suggestion by me, Nick had written on the side of the table in perfect view from the sofa “I just lost the game” ha, oh and Rafe’s mighty bottle opening crotch had made a return…

Now with a crowd we somehow settle down to begin a game of “I’ve never…” Liz explains the rules to everyone - for readers right now who don’t know, I’d explain yet again, someone makes a statement of something they haven’t done. If you’d done it you drink and stand up. Simple as that.

Liz starts off with a nice easy example, like I have never been out Europe. People drink if they have been. Easy.We took turns in a circle and I was next, I asked if I should step things up a little?…And I thought sod it, I will, so I declare “I’ve never have sex on a train”…and so the game continues…

I’ve never played this name with uni folks or friends from home before so it was pretty interesting to see the results. And what with some Essex folk with us ha it was definitely going to be interesting going…I again won’t go into details of what was done and not done, but it turned into a pretty intriguing and hilarious game. Yates, bless him, I swear was stood up practically every time! Haha! Amazing, even for the things you wouldn’t think he could stand up for. I fortunately found myself not standing up for too many things as usual, hey I’m not boring! It’s just no one had asked the right questions yet ;p

So yeah we played that for a while and people started to get a bit wankered, we then hit that free for all stage where everyone just started asking randomly until it reached a point where it fizzled out or people were getting a bit too drunk or something ha.

Panos and his Sarah turn up too at some point - hurrah! And this seemed like a good time to do the cake stuff, especially before Liz was too drunk to deal with it hehe. So she went to fetch it - this year she’d made a Mario themed cake - it was dead cute and awesome.

So she lit up the candles and carried it to the front room, I go first telling James to turn off the lamp (after some delayed reaction he did so eventually ;)) and Liz comes in with the cake in the dark. Instead of singing Happy Birthday…do you know what we did? We all sang the theme tune to Super Mario Brothers haha - amazing, it was somewhat surreal yet oh so fitting.  It also showed the proper geeks of us who carried on the tune beyond the bit everyone knew haha.

Phil started to cut the cake, but somehow I ended up being in charge of slicing it up for everyone. I think it was probably because I was the only sober responsible going one there heh. Sneaky Nick with his own sneaky camera catches me at it. In fact he seems to have a lot of photos of my back during the night 0_o as oppose to me face, which might be a good thing. I dunno. But he is the only other photolising person of the night apart from the disposables dotted about.

Anyway, cake was deeellicccciousss, and once cake got served what was left got cleared away and now the party vibe really began to kick in. You know it’s a party when people start dancing and stuff like that I guess. Oh and at some point more Greeks and Cyprians turn up too.

I spend some time letting Nick try to use my camera, proven tricky with glasses, and I played about with his. A bit of a gay cheapo p+s with no manual modes at all - gayyy, but I tried to prove that you could take remotely nice photos with it. I also take my threesixtyfive, and I get Nick to be in it too since he actually knows what threesixtyfive is about without me having to explain and therefore sounding a) really weird or b) really vain. Plus I want to try and get more people involved in it if I can heh.

Eventually the inevitable happens, which is I up the glass/can labelling to people drawing. Yes when one has a pen one cannot resist the chance to write/draw on people - especially when they’re too drunk to stop you mwhaha. So yeah I started off with labelling Nick’s arm and hand, and then Phil’s hand who was also sat next to me, then I drew on Rafe’s Sarah, then she drew on I think it was Stratos’ arm. She did try drawing on my leg but she got so far and I was too ticklish for her to finish it off haha. Then Nick wrote on my shoulder - I was sober so I remembered I had work so I made sure he drew on where no one would see… I was half expecting a crudely drawn cock but thankfully that was not the case.

I retaliate by crossing out Nick’s name on his labelled arm and hand and then write my own to claim them haha. I also return the favour of writing on his shoulder the same, except I also write the word ‘cock’ above it teehee. Though much to my disappointment Nick went and scrubbed the cock part off somehow :(

The night progressed and I end up in the kitchen with Rafe’s Sarah and Yates, where we read the back of the bottle of some apparently really nice vodka. We lark about, and I take some photos yada yada…

When we return to the front room Liz is about and she’s trying to use up the film on the disposable camera. We take some group shots, one of the girls, and the guys and then me taking the usual massive full group shot. She also starts running about, turning to be people and yelling “BE SEXY!” at them. This mainly resulted in the couples partially raping one another at where ever they were sat while Liz snapped a photo. She then turned to me and Nick and yelled out “Be Sexy!” at me and I was told I should bend over. I was like: Ha like hell was I going to bend over! Instead Nick does me a favour and bends over instead, there was probably ass slapping involved…and James diving in last second to add his additional ass tonguing too…Yes it was all very strange…

There’s more random antics and photo taking which I will sum up nicely with these small shots…

Anywayyy, time gets on, after people getting very drunk and people having shots and so forth, turns out some of the Greeks, noticeably Panos and Sarah, were off to the club. Liz who is now drunk is saying can we go? Because Pan’s Sarah was her new friend and she wanted to go with her. So the suggestion goes around about going clubbing, now by this point I was absolutely shattered! I mean I was knackered! Didn’t touch a drop of drink all night myself, but I felt awfully rough and really shouldn’t had even considered going. But I did. However me being wise decided I would take my car and park near the club, so if I needed to go I could just leave and jump in my car to head back without any worry of getting killed etc.

Quite a few people stayed behind, including Rafe and his Sarah, Tom and his Sarah, and also Nick who one could say was definitely out for the count. Very tired and very drunk haha. And he had yet again challenged me to another “Last Man Standing” that night too, though he admitted defeat as he laid down on the inflatable mattress I got Tom to set up in the spare room.

EPIC FAIL NICK! EPIC FAIL :P

He was going to steal the bed but I kicked him off as I wanted it again teehee.

Anyway, we set off to the club, I take Lianne, Grum and Liz in the car with me and though I actually knew where we were going and how to get there I kinda forgotten at the time cause it had been ages since I’d driven around the city. I then make the mistake of asking drunk Liz for a reminder of directions, which actually led us the wrong extra long way round the ringroad haha until we emerged back near where we should have turned towards…

I was worried the others would beat us to it hehe.  But despite the diversion we still made it before the others only by a bit though. We paid up and head upstairs and I try to get a bit of dancing on the go, finding hard due to the exhaustion and not feeling very well. I started to think that I wouldn’t only be out for about half an hour or so, but it so turned out that the DJ just kept playing really danceable music - well okay Pendulum and other stuff heh. Nothing that exciting, but I really went for it for a bit, since I hadn’t had a good dance in ages. But then again I think I was surviving on last spurts of body energy - the sort of stuff you exert as your body’s failsafe device of getting you to somewhere where you can sleeppp…However I just used it for dancing…

At some points I felt like if I had stopped then I think I would have just collapsed from tiredness hehe…Anyway meanwhile Yates has this random stumble while dancing and Liz tries to lift him up, thinking he’s just slipped down but can get back up and going again - though turns out she can’t lift him and we see him hobble to the stage and sit down. He looks a little flustered and sore, and I go ask him if he’s alright - since I thought that he might have twisted his ankle or something - he said he’s fine, and just needed a rest.

I take this as a cue to leave, as I really was on my last legs and I needed fresh air. I bid brief farewell to the others and head back in my car.

I return and stumble in and go wander in the kitchen and spare room, Nick is up, I’m not sure if he got some shut eye or not at all, I think he got some as he seemed a bit better than when we’d left him. I was feeling really sick at that point, which didn’t make any sense since I’d been on water all night so I whack on a pizza thinking that I was in need of some real food. I also make some brews for me and Nick then I go set up my laptop while he crashes out on the mattress again.

I was determined to use my laptop at least once that weekend since I’d made the effort to bring it with me ha. So I chilled out for a bit looking at things like flickr etc. I even text Darren to try get him on msger so I can talk to him for a bit. Which he does appear and I do chat, though I’m so knackered and sick feeling I have to bail and shut down the laptop soon after. It was so odd, I ate about less than a quarter of the pizza I cooked and I couldn’t manage any more - I just felt really sick in the stomach when I ate. Rubbish! It was ham and pineapple too :( what a waste.

I chat with Nick some more until I hear someone returning. I hobble out and find it’s Phil and Hywel, I asked where the others were and he didn’t really know - I think Yates was behind them two and was limping along slowly back. It seemingly had been raining as they returned a bit drizzled on. I sit in the front and chat about what I’d missed, then Yates appeared, limping away still - seems like it was a real harsh twist on the ankle. Soon after the girls and Grum returned too, and Liz whacked on some pizza and garlic bread for them to eat before sleeping.

More random chat as the others ate, and people were looking pretty drunk/worse for wear by this point haha. I finished off the last disposable camera with a shot that I think sums up the evening perfectly…

Bless that Phil…

It was strange but since them lot returned, an awful disgusting smell had turned up too in the front room. It was icky and no one could work out what it was whether it was something people has trod in with shoes or what. But it clung in the air and was most unpleasant.

I went to get the air freshener from the bathroom to detoxify, but I slowly figured out that it had something to do with Hywel who went to crash in the spare room as he needed his sleep while people ate - he jumped into the matress next to Nick. The smell that was in the front room subsided and then took over the spare room urgh :/

I don’t know how or why, maybe it was something Hywel trekked in on his jeans or something, but the smell clung and now hung about the spare room. Nick mutters an apology to me before grabbing his sleeping bag and bounding into the double bed that I was going to hog to myself :( though looked like I had to share it that night.

Once people had eaten people settled to crash, Lianne and Grum stayed in the front room both together on the two man sofa while Yates took the long sofa to himself so he could rest his foot. Man I don’t know how Lianne and Grum slept on that tiny sofa - something tells me they didn’t get much sleep :/ heh.

I head to bed myself, and try to quietly slip into my sleeping bag/duvet set up without waking people, but Nick was still kinda awake, Hywel was fast asleep and the smell was still about urghhh. I got the spray and sprayed the fuck out the room - which didn’t seem to do much this time apart from gas us out heh.

I hide in the covers a little and at last at some ungodly early time in the morning I get to fall asleep…

I wake a few times randomly during the night/early morning, each time being far far too early but I at the time I felt more awake than I had expected - I think that’s body clock habits from work kicking in there. Eventually I note it’s a reasonable time and I leap out and hobble out of bed wrapped in my duvet and head to the front room to find people up and, well okay not about, but up at least.

I chat with them and find out about Yate’s ankle, it was deffo swollen and Liz was providing an ice pack for it to see if it’ll help at all. I sat there like a mong on a semi broken chair, while Grum and Lianne still somehow managed to doze a while longer. Liz and Phil start clearing up and tidying, and I felt bad and wanted to help but I just couldn’t due to feeling in a complete daze. Nick appeared at some point too not long after me sporting some crazy bed hair.

The tidying was piss easy, I mean basically everything just went into bin bags and that was it, though it was noted on just how much extra booze there was. They had totally brought wayy too much but hey just means we got an excuse to have another party right? ;)

The plan for the day was to head to the carvery (we always tend to end up there for some reason after a big social gathering) though Yates opted out due to not being able to hobble to the car :/ and Nick stayed behind to keep him company and just in case we didn’t get back in time for his train.

So with just me, Lianne, Grum, Liz and Phil they all jumped into my car and I drove us (wise choice since I hadn’t been drinking and well you never know how much alcohol is left in the bloodstream in the morning after a drinking sesh heh) down to the carvery pub and mmm ate an amazing carvery. God seriously I think it was the best one I’d ever had there so far - maybe because I hadn’t eaten properly yesterday and maybe because I was so sleep deprived - but it just tasted soooo good. It was like the ultimate hangover cure though I didn’t have a hangover, but you know what I mean, it had that same relieving sensation to me. Lianne made me giggle though when her roast consisted mainly of MEATT, potatoes and loads of stuffing balls all swimming in gravy 0_o

Surprisingly we were in and out pretty fast, eating up and ready to roll within an hour, so  we head back to the house for a while, mainly sitting about watching Phil play various old game roms before I gave Grum, Lianne and Nick a lift into town to the train station. I bid Lianne and Grum farewell as they went ot he bus station, and then I kept Nick company till his train arrived and he was safely on it and not stranded.

Back at the house I had a brew and watched Phil play more roms. Including the Lion king game (amazingly cute!) and the Michael Jackson Moonwalker game that just made me laugh far too much. It was all about the special move - how it involved making everyone dance before they collapsed dead haha. Great entertainment.

Eventually me and Yate get ready to leave, he concludes that he thinks he can manage driving back - somehow, though Tom did say it was cool for him to crash over another night if needed. I go back my stuff and noticed the room still stank of whatever it that stank, further investigation that the smell was now coming from the sleeping bag hywel slept in last night, which was a spare one Yates had with him - well it was Chris’ but he pulled out last min so it was spare now.

So yeah I say farewell to everyone ‘cept Rafe cause he was no where to be seen since he’d crashed last night, he looked totally trashed then. Bless.

Anyway, yeah I burned it back home and though I was in a right needing sleep state I quite enjoyed the weekend, it wasn’t like a massive massive completely random party as I hoped but instead it was like a reminder of olde times. Like everyone there was someone we knew and was just like the olde social gatherings we use to have. I miss those times…

The next party I’m thinking may be when some of the guys graduate…Liz says we have to have a big party for that - because it is going to be an end of an era…

Until the next time…

Tags: party, uni, wolves

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