'Wait a minute... This isn't a silly straw?'

That's what she said.

Last nights party was pretty cool. I'm not talking about the cowboy and Indians one which everyone else went to, I went to another friends 18th (she invited me first).

I went round J's to get ready as per usual. It was a bit of a challenge trying to be a good friend and give fashion advice whilst also trying not poke my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. I went for black with a hint of black, while J settled for the more contemporary (but equally gorgeous) green with a hint of black and gold. When we were finally finished beautifying (it takes a while) we ate some bread and Jammy Dodgers. Because obviously you should never drink on an empty stomach.

When we arrived at the venue, or house, there was also pizza and a lot of alcohol, the majority being alcopops. We ate a couple slices of pizza just to be super safe and sensible, then drank Bacardi breezers through silly straws.

At this time it was about 8:30pm, and we were at the perfect amount of drunkenness: when you can still form coherent sentences, but you love everyone and everything is hilarious.
Soon we decided to set off for Swindon (we were in Highworth) we all walked off giggling madly to the bus stop, before realising we were about twenty minutes early for our bus. I didn't think we minded much, I distinctly remember having a conversation on the correct pronunciation of 'startlingly' (start-er-ling-ly or 'start-ly'?). Eventually the bus turned up and we all sat at the back shouting and singing like mad hobos, one of the girls had a bottle of Chardonnay that she kept passing around. Then she played '5 Years Time' by Noah and the Whale on her phone :)

We wondered around Swindon town center for a bit before realising that every club or bar was infested with bouncers in fluorescent jackets. We kept passing policemen strolling around in pointy hats, and J nearly asked one if she could go to the loo in his hat, because clearly she was pregnant and desperate.

Luckily my frenzied shushing convinced her that this probably wasn't the best time for us to be drawing attention to ourselves, seeing as some of our party weren't even 18 (me included) so she settle for a nod and a dignified 'evening officer'.

After this we trundled up a massive hill to reach Old Town. We found a pub which apparently never IDed anyone so settled for there. Incidentally there was a 'bouncer' (just a really tall bloke in a jumper) who asked us for ID but we just waited for him to leave and then snuck in. I ended up only buying myself one shot because everyone else kept buying me drinks.

Then, me, J and two other girls decided to make it interesting. We played a game to see who could pull first ('pull' meaning make out with) then a lovely game called 'pull the pig' (I'm guessing you can decipher that for yourselves). We did a couple more shots and then swaggered (alluringly) to the back of the pub where there were about 12 guys playing Poole. Most of them were reasonable looking, and certainly intrigued by our presence. I had decided who I wanted to pull within the first 10 seconds. He was paying pretty much no attention to me, but I generally liked the look of him. He looked quieter than the others, who were already eyeing up the two blond girls.

The guy I liked was called Sam, and he was nice. I actually managed to have a conversation with him without him calling me 'babes', 'darlin' or 'love' and without him grabbing any parts of my anatomy that were covered by underwear. We mostly talked about music amongst other things, he has a good taste and was funny. During our conversation, we were interrupted by J walking over to us with some guys hat on. She said 'look at my hat, it's Dave's, I can tell he's cool because he left the label on'.

Incidentally, I didn't win, but I ended up not having to play the pig-pulling game because I was chatting with Sam. Of course, things got a bit flirty towards the end of the night. The birthday girl said the taxi would come at 12:30am. I gave Sam a quick kiss and went outside with the others. He came outside to join us and asked me not to go, I told him no woman in their right mind would stay with a strange man they'd just met in a pub after midnight, especially one that drinks and smokes.
He said 'But you were drinking', I said 'yes, can I have a cigarette?'.

We swapped numbers and the taxi arrived, I 'pulled' him properly (lol) and then we all went home and watched Madagascar 2.

So all-in-all, a pretty decent night.