H's birthday weekend had everything: Pumpkins! Fire! Wine! Gate crashing! Tom trapped in a bin!
We weren't sure how we were going to tackle this weekend as H usually likes to keep his celebrations simple. We totally winged it this year and in doing that the evening was a lot like experimental jazz (But absolutely nothing like it)
We kicked things off with a nice curry (H is a self-confessed spice addict) with the possible plan of going to the Waterfront (Which isn't really our scene) to cap things off.
Lee called us and told us about a house party. House parties are always good, aren't they?
The party involved lots of pumpkins, drink that Lee mashed together which he called 'Gummi Berry Juice' (Lots of vodka and raspberry juice) and the ramshackle fire work display you see above you. All fire work safety went out of the window (Thanks mostly to Gummi Berry Juice). The host, Lee and Sniff began lighting random fireworks at random times. We had to duck for cover most of the time. There's nothing like danger to incite excitement.
One of the many pumpkins was blown up by a couple of roman candles. There was then random pumpkin, mashing, kicking and, if we hadn't have stopped the host, pumpkin death via shotgun.
After checking out the hosts vast selection of music, having a dance on the patio to AC/DC and Judas Priest, we got wind of another party hosted by my friends new girlfriend. Lee asked if we fancied crashing it.
We did.
That party involved: Wine, a snotty band ("We're edgy like Foo Fighters!" Me: "Riiiiight"), a wager between me and Tom as to who could fit into a bin (See above, non-firework related pic), more wine, more pumpkin abuse and Lee breaking bits of wood with various parts of his body. I can't remember that much about the rest of the evening. It keeps coming back to me in flashbacks.
Happy birthday H. Glad you enjoyed it, sir.
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