The whole of Saturday passed by in a drunken whirl of unabashed silliness, dancing, laughter, camera whoring, friendship and pure madness.
Happy Hen Night, Sandy! I hope you had a great night, despite the lack of a hunky stripper.
And now, I have gone and left my camera and all my memory cards in the boyfriend’s car so I can’t edit the incriminating pictorial evidence of our excesses. Boo.
I’m broke as hell now. Sobs.