Orphans' Christmas Party

21 December 2003, 20:53

Let me start by stating the bleeding obvious. I hate being sick. It really fucks up your day.

Last night was our annual Orphans Christmas Party (strictly not an Orphans Christmas party as the majority were locals, but what the hell) and true to the jinx of Christmas Parties Past, I got sick. About 4 hours into the party. I was optimistic. I threw down a few baileys, cointreaus and gorged on the ridiculous amount of food, then hit the wall. I went home. I piked.

I did try to get up around midnight to go to karaoke. I made it halfway to the door and grunted. Ugh. Fuck ya. Can’t do it. Throat was throbbing. Felt like I’d narrowly missed being hit by a very nasty semi-trailer. But I hate missing out on anything. It kills me.

The party, though, was top-shelf. 22 boisterously drunk mad-hatters crammed into Al’s tiny 2DK and had a rip-snorting time. The neighbours must have loved us…

L-R Perennial party buffoon Nick with Fukunaga-san; Super dooper reindeer pooper; Sumie and Yukiko tuck into the trifle. More photos...

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