my love for small dogs, or perhaps all things small, came in a small package named Nacho. but then it could've been the drinks;
met slash, who strummed knockin' on heaven's door in front of a neighbour's door;
won an anti-smoking wager, which probably came about since people were drunk;
dragged shuming, an ex-marist counselor, the shit outta his home at 2 and wished him a happy birthday;
met colin mcrae, who often took vertical parking too seriously;
had wunnerful hearty laughter times playing cards with one too many 'chip' jokes and eating a fantastical spread of chilli crabs and fish-textured pork slices;
made the best of 3 hours' fruitless queueing;
made the best of 1 hour's cab hailing;
witnessed some crazy mdc moves by the ever sexy randy randy (hurhur) chua;
went mad because the resident dj decided to play some Underworld;
rested;
hallucinated;
public transported;
in which boy started singing.
the evening after;
sucked like a chihuahua at team bowling; and
finished off with discreet pepsi-cola 1-2-3.
cheers to all. here's to attending many many 21st birthday parties in the coming year.
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