18 the First!
Sam's party was so awesome! This year is going to be a blast, with all the big 18's! Under the cut is one massive pic spam. Sorry.
Aren't the trilbies just the best items of clothing ev-ah?
Richard, aka Napoleon.
See, he's even making a speech!
Mushy's a country man, y'all...
Pretty, pretty Laura, before she got drunk ^^ (I was good this year, by the way...)
Oh yeah, and me. I don't own a dress yet, so I went for this look. And stole Reedy's accessories.
Reedy and Googles. The Blues Brothers of the 21st century.
I just love smart dressing guys.
Sam was waited on hand and foot. And dropped on his head, too.
Feel the lurve... o_O
Richard bought Sam swords. Real, live, Samurai swords.
Before dinner there was the obligatory champagne...
And the group photo. Mushy is standing on a skateboard, cheat that he is.
Dinner was really, really swish and tasty. Before we popped the party poppers and it degenerated into chaos, assisted by champers and wine. We toasted Sam, and he made a speech. Which was: "Now that you have been served, you are all officially my slaves. I am finally a Man: I have long hair, swords, and I'm 18."
Googles liked the wine a tad too much.
"I am the fairy king."
We broke out the glowsticks too, which is just a recipe for disaster.
See what I mean?
We had to have a girly picture the next morning.
Because the guys were completely out of it.
Right now I feel cranky. Oh well ^^ I think that job at the theatre is meant to be full time, and I'll be pissed off if it is. Though Craig, who is back to do Macbeth and it staying with my grandma, said he'd get me a job ^^ Love for Craig!
It's sunny today. I need to ride. And do work. And tomorrow I need to job hunt. Blegh. I want sleep.
I am happy :) Things are good. I just can't be dealing with compications, no matter how minor, when I'm tired ^^
Later,
Fran zzzzz