Prost? Get me orange juice.

Prost? Get me orange juice. It was a case of too many people and too many drinks. Last night's party might have been a blast, but if it was, I don't really remember. My clearest memory is of Terence buying me a Flaming. Ok, that's exaggerating a little; I remember most of what went on, especially being 2 inches away from the grass and merrily attempting to puke out my guts.

Thanks for coming guys and girls. Thanks for coming, friends. I'll post the photos up soon, cam whores :)

Next time, we'll have orange juice.