Last night was John Fenton’s leaving party, combined with his birthday party, combined with Travis’ birthday party. Needless to say, it was a pretty mental night.
It was fantastic seeing Brooke and Gav again, after what seems like years. I chatted to both of then about what they’d been up to and Gav gave me recommendations of where to go in Amsterdam.
The night progressed, the drinks were drunk, and the DJ arrived. I hung out a fair bit with Sian and Alice again. And then Alice started throwing up so she was rushed to the toilet. I went to get her some water and when I returned everyone shouted at me. Like I was going into the girls toilet because I was a peeping Tom, not so I could help the throwing up girl.
Lauren had bought John a leaving book, kinda like a year book, that we all wrote in. I decided to skip the bullshit and not use prose but a form of bullet points. I hope he loves it.
I discovered an amazing way to get drinks: I went up to a person and said to them “I just put everyone here’s name in a hat and drew one out- and it was yours! Do you know what that means? It means you get to buy me a drink!” Unbelievably, it worked everytime. The best one was Mim and Lucy Waterland (their names were stuck together by coincidence so I drew them both out) as while Mim was getting my drink, Lucy asked “So, why did you put everyone’s name in a hat?”
As the night continued it became less of a party and more of a selection of people hugging one another. Especially when John said he was going everyone broke down into tears and all tried to hug him as much as possible.
The party ended with John disappearing into the distance. Heather, Teresa and I walked to Subway for a Subway (gee whizz) and then called a taxi. Teresa and Martin were stopping at Heather’s house so we told Martin to hurry up. The taxi arrived and the three of us jumped in. Martin appeared along with Freya, Lauren and Triss. He jumped into the front and Lauren jumped into the back, making the backseat total 4. The driver told us he wasn’t going to go with more than 4 passengers, while Freya was trying to squeeze into the back seat. Lauren kept screaming “No it’s fine, just hit Bingham!” Eventually myself and Teresa got out because we weren’t thinking and thought that Freya and Lauren had more right to the taxi than us (most definately not). We instead waited for the bus, and Teresa was unable to stop at Heather’s.
The bus ride was horrific. Lloyd and Alan came on covered in mayonnaise and smelling horrible. Then people started throwing cake around. And shouting. Oh the shouting.
The bus journey finally finished and Alan and I walked back to my house. We went into the spare room to find Alan a bed but my sister was in there (she couldn’t be bothered to make her bed). Instead we put a mattress on my floor and Alan slept on that, with a dressing gown as a blanket.
Game over.
