Happy New Year, all! Well, the party was awesome. Well, most of it, anyways. Feeling ill at 12:30 wasn't all that fun. But oh well! It went rather like:
4:00: arrive at friends house, get make-overed by her mom (who is awesome at makeup, by the way), wear eyeshadow, liner, get fake eyelashes glued on, etc. I have never worn that much makeup before. Heck, I can't even put on eyeliner without almost impaling my eye with the pencil!
5:00: begin party, enjoy the fact that as the night grows later, the partying grows more awesome
6:30 or so: rejoice when other friends come, bearing punch and more music, and the most awesome costume of all (Lobster-alien, anyone?)
7:00-12:00: Dancedancedancedancesugarfudgedsugarpunchdancedancedancewheeeee!
12:00: run outside, armed with pots, pans, and finger-noise-maker-thingies, and cause utter chaos, hopefully waking all the other neighbors from their peaceful slumber
12:30: get ready for bed. Feel ill.
12:45: this is not fun. I dislike this a lot. I would really rather it stop. Please stop, whatever is making me feel this sick.
1:00: feel well, yippee!
1:00-2:00: gossip with friend/sister
3:30-5:00: Zzzzz
5:15: feel poke after being awake for a while. "You awake?" heard groggily from lump of covers next to me.
5:15-7:30: chit-chat, get up and get ready for the day at 7:30
7:30-8:20: hang out with other 'early-risers' (they say they woke up to our laughter! The only way they could have heard us laughing is to have been reasonably near the door. What happened to the "no roaming the house after everyone's in bed" rule? Picture my glaring at Wesley.)
8:30: head for home, get breakfast, get ready for church. Feel sick as a dog, stay home from church. Woohoo.
It was interesting, to say the least! Lovely way to kick of the new year, being sick, eh? Oh well, the party was rockin'! I think one of the new additions to the partying cliche was rather shocked at how much the sugar-induced hyperness can overcome almost anyone's shyness. Quite amusing. And this was one of the lesser-crazy ones!
More later, perhaps, possibly with pics?
-EQ and Spirit
4:00: arrive at friends house, get make-overed by her mom (who is awesome at makeup, by the way), wear eyeshadow, liner, get fake eyelashes glued on, etc. I have never worn that much makeup before. Heck, I can't even put on eyeliner without almost impaling my eye with the pencil!
5:00: begin party, enjoy the fact that as the night grows later, the partying grows more awesome
6:30 or so: rejoice when other friends come, bearing punch and more music, and the most awesome costume of all (Lobster-alien, anyone?)
7:00-12:00: Dancedancedancedancesugarfudgedsugarpunchdancedancedancewheeeee!
12:00: run outside, armed with pots, pans, and finger-noise-maker-thingies, and cause utter chaos, hopefully waking all the other neighbors from their peaceful slumber
12:30: get ready for bed. Feel ill.
12:45: this is not fun. I dislike this a lot. I would really rather it stop. Please stop, whatever is making me feel this sick.
1:00: feel well, yippee!
1:00-2:00: gossip with friend/sister
3:30-5:00: Zzzzz
5:15: feel poke after being awake for a while. "You awake?" heard groggily from lump of covers next to me.
5:15-7:30: chit-chat, get up and get ready for the day at 7:30
7:30-8:20: hang out with other 'early-risers' (they say they woke up to our laughter! The only way they could have heard us laughing is to have been reasonably near the door. What happened to the "no roaming the house after everyone's in bed" rule? Picture my glaring at Wesley.)
8:30: head for home, get breakfast, get ready for church. Feel sick as a dog, stay home from church. Woohoo.
It was interesting, to say the least! Lovely way to kick of the new year, being sick, eh? Oh well, the party was rockin'! I think one of the new additions to the partying cliche was rather shocked at how much the sugar-induced hyperness can overcome almost anyone's shyness. Quite amusing. And this was one of the lesser-crazy ones!
More later, perhaps, possibly with pics?
-EQ and Spirit
