You know when you invite people to a party, maybe only half will actually turn up. Well, this time, everyone turned up and I found myself having to cook for 14 people.
I actually didn't see much of the meal as I was in the kitchen the whole time and most people had finished by the time I sat down to eat. But it seemed to be a success and everyone was really happy.
Then the party really began. I walked into the bathroom to find two people sitting in the bath having a discussion about how great Hitler was (I left them to it)
One of the secret santa gifts was a bottle of lube, condoms and a cucumber. The girl who recieved it wasn't impressed and the guy who gave it desperately tried to explain how the condoms were really high quality and she was never going to get pregnant with them. I sat and cried with laughter.
Then as the night degenerated further I somehow ended up hitting my arm and now have a cut and large patch of dried blood.
Eventually everyone left and I decided, with a friend, to go to a 24 hour diner to get a burger. I then fell asleep in the diner as it was 5am.
It's now 17:30 and I think my hangover has receeded enough to get out of bed. Everyone has messaged me, thanking me for the badass party. So I'm pretty smug right now.