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Wednesday, October 14
Fiona's Party (the one I mentioned not too long ago) took place yesterday. Even though everyone is far worse at dressing up that I imagined, the whole organising process took three days of stressing out with Cynthia, and I ended up exhausted, it all paid off. Kind of.
The day summed up in dot points:
- We wandered around a mall lost and in costume. I collected more stares in that half an hour than I have in my entire life.
- Thomas was taught how to knot a tie from this sweet old man while shopping for party supplies
- We carted a trolley full of junk up a hill elevated at 45 degrees (not exaggerating here), and made it to the top unscathed
- The hostess (Sophie) was not home when the party clan arrived. We managed break in through to her backyard, past her apparently large dog, and into her backdoor.
- Jenny was caught drinking Coca-Cola out of a miniature trophy
- Cynthia and I attacked the faces of those who did not dress up with face paint
- We did many things with apples- we tossed them around, we tried to do an obstacle race with them, and we apple bobbed.
- We all played Hide 'n' Seek in Sophie's huge and empty house
- We went to a giant park and sunbathed, vortexed, ate kebabs, jumped on a random mattress we found, rolled down a hill and got stabbed by bindis, and played Twister.
A very awkward demonstration of how to pass an apple from neck to neck.
Cynthia as Jasmine from Aladdin
More awkward apple-necking.
Poor Bradley was the first to be attacked- he was painted to look like a 'Bamboon'. No, not baboon or bamboo. A BAMBOON.
Jessica the skanky school teacher and moi
