Where's the party?

Went to a beautiful wedding on saturday nite.

The only thing I like about weddings are catching up with old friends and the food (which sometimes sucks). Rushed back, drove my date home and off to a little party at F's.



Another sorta catching up session with friends, old and new. The company was excellent, the host, very hospitable. He has planned for this party since days ago if not weeks. Armed with new cocktail glasses, new coffee table, excellent selections of drinks, blender, recently downloaded songs in the nano and its newly acquired ipod docking system, great cocktail recipe (from mixer.com, mailed and doctored by a friend with an additional vulgar ingredient), two decks of cards and mahjong.




It was 4.30am when we decided to call it a nite.

We had to fish out the house key from Mr host's jeans(pocket).

I wonder what would be the first thing in his mind when he wakes up the next morning.

"FARK! Where are my guests????"



It was definitely a great party, nevertheless....

Errr dude, we ransacked your fridge and it's time for you to replenish your stock of strawberry flavor BR.