Guys, I had the best party ever on Saturday. So many of my friends came to see me off to Australia; everyone brought a lot of food and drinks (mostly because I’m a party bully…”you’re bringing something, right?…right?”); there was some good mingling going on, great tunes (thank you PJ…or De Ja what?), and…dancing! If you know me, you know that my idea of a good party always ends up as a dance party. And dance we did. Here’s a picture to give you an idea of what I’m talking about:
Also, I straightened my hair and wore a pretty purple shirt (that’s Vanessa, me, and Vince):
The party was so awesome that people outside who heard it going on got so jealous that they egged the party-goers’ cars! (True story. Okay, I don’t actually know if it’s because they were jealous…)
To those who came: I’m SO glad you did! Except you. You know who you are. (Ha, look how you got all paranoid for a sec! I’m just kidding.)
To those who couldn’t make it: I’m sorry that I didn’t get to hang out or dance with you! Next time.
To everyone else: Don’t be jealous. Just send me some gifts and I’ll make sure you’re on the evite list for my welcome home shindig!
I have amazing friends, and they made it hard to leave!