Sunday night was Charley Jewsbury and Becky Wall’s joint 18th birthday party. It served not only as a birthday celebration but also as one of the few remaining events where their year group will be together.
Lauren gave me a lift, along with Teresa and Grace, to the venue (which was in the middle of nowhere). On the way I was questioned as to what we’d all been up to in Newquay and we also discussed the girls’ Ibiza trip.
When we arrived we went straight to a table outside where John G, Callum, Martin, Phil and Travis were sat, amongst other people. We chatted for a bit before I wandered to the bar to buy myself a Leffe. It cost me £4.20. I was flabbergasted. Upon returning to the table a conversation had started about Newquay and Ibiza. I sat next to Callum and we quietly watched. It was fascinating to watch really. The Newquay boys would say something they’d done in Newquay (eg “We went to a foam party, it was fucking sick!”) and then the Ibiza girls would mention something similar that they did (eg “That sounds like the water party we went to. It was sooo good!”). Both Callum and I realised that this was not a chat whatsoever, it was a competition or, dare I say it, a war. While one group was talking the other group would have expressions on their faces which could only be caused by the deepest bordom. It was pretty silly really as I’m pretty sure that all the boys would have enjoyed Newquay more, and all the girls would have enjoyed Ibiza more. Mental. The highlight in my opinion was when I was whispered to Callum “It’s as if it’s a competition of something.” and Teresa overheard and ironicly replied “Yeah, and we’re winning!”.
After this I began to talk to Sian Danforth, Alice Millichamp and Annya Rawstron (I misheard her name and believed it to be Annya Drawstring, a far better name in my opinion). This chat continued until the end of the night (well, Sian left, but the three of us continued). Topics involved: arguing that Sian and Alice were in a lesbian relationship, discussing whether the word ‘Dolly’ could be overused (YES!) and World of Warcraft (even though none of us play it).
At 1230 Lauren gave the same guys a lift home. We put on some bangin’ toonz and I opened the sunroof and stood up out of it, singing and dancing. Lauren wasn’t impressed.
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