Because Really, What Else are You Going to do on A Tuesday Afternoon?

Other than use company resources to do personal blogging. Been a long time since I actually visited this site and now that I did, me rolling down the stairs and messing up my handbag doesn't sound like a safe post to top the blog. So here I am and it's dependable to say you should be doing something else other than reading this post.

It dates back....

Back to: A few weekends ago. My campus chums and I decided to have a little re-union and what I was going to do, was that I was going to write a long entry about our Girls' Night In celebration. I was going to explain, in significant detail, how we ended up inadvertently littering, and how we failed to give a hoot on that occasion, all in the course of approximately 24 hours, and how that pretty much rocked in a very rocking fashion. And I was also going to describe all of the people present, and I was going to tell back stories.

I was going to do these things in an attempt to make some SENSE of why eight (almost) fully grown adults decided to spend a weekend doing an anamnesis of good-old-days campus re-union indoors and proceeded to break (a) laws, (b) moral codes, and (c) our mothers' hearts . I was going to try to explain all of that, but know what? I am beginning to think that I should just let the pictures speak for themselves.

                                   Here are the perpetrators :

                                     

              From left by color of clothes: Checked Blue is Eve,
                                 Grey-black is Lucy,

                                 Lucy's face resting on Judy.

              Form right: The legs are Es, Striped purple is Cess, 
                                 Green is Anne, Striped Sleeveless is me 
                                 and the head is Lynn.

We had cake and that was dulcet, until we decided we needed some facial cake-mask.....and the painting began. Outcome?

                                      .......not so pretty........

Then these inordinate ladies decided I needed a wine shower. 
                   please note: It wasn't my birthday.

      And I had to dance to forfend more wine on me. I did it for the carpet's sake but they didn't need to know that anyway.

Then one of us, Es, the legs up there, rem? thought she needed lighter clothes and the fastest way of taking off her top, was not through undoing the buttons but by asking one of us to pull it by the right sleeve and the other by the left sleeve while she held the collar.

See right: A happy Es in her most treasured two thousand shillings worth top:

                         And now: just souvenir pieces that it existed:

                                               

We almost burnt down the house cooking. I have the pictures but since we were never caught, due to lack of evidence, and I know some of you are cops, deuce peeps...I'll send the illegal pictures to your personal e-mails. Hold your breath!