How's your weekend been?
Mine's involved a metaphorical heap of fun, and several literal heaps of curry and cake.
When I was in my teens, house parties meant drinking games, dancing in the kitchen, wearing the tiniest clothes I could find, and Secret Squirrel stage-whispering about whichever boy we fancied that week. Our house party this weekend involved drinking Tom's home brew, an Indian takeaway large enough to feed a village, double helpings of pudding, and iPad pictionary.
Here's an example of our world-class (crude) Pictionary artwork:
|Can you guess what this was?|
With dessert options like this, how could we possibly choose between them?!
|Salted chocolate caramel tart and homemade* apple crumble cake|
Finally, and most importantly, not even the most rock'n'roll house party can be classed a success unless it involves plenty of these:
I've heard Mötley Crüe's rider always included a kilo of coke, six naked women, and a nice cup of tea**.
* Not made in my home. Guests who bring baked goods are definitely my favourite kind of guest.
** That's a lie.
P.S. Have you entered my giveaway yet? It's closing at midnight!