New Year's Eve, Part 1

Ok, so for this New Year's Eve, after the collapse of Ben's party, I ended up going chez Marios.

At Marios's house there were the following people, when I arrived:



Marios - Host, Cypriot, Dancer, and all round good guy. He also looks oh so cute as a 4 year old in old fashioned colonial costume.

Mike - tall, violent. I get the feeling that he doesn't share my sense of humour.

Oli G - does he need any introduction? Tall, hair bigger than the moon, uncanny ability with girls.

Paul - short, good sense of humour (well he found my jokes funny, anyway), amazing ability to spin a basketball on his finger.

Andreas - Marios's cousin. Shorter than Paul, impatient to get on with the party, rather amusing. Quite a nice guy, I assume.



As it turned out, it wasn't actually Marios's party. It turned out to be the party of his sister, Maria, (Marios and Maria - I feel that the parents had a lack of inspiration when choosing the names) who is in the year above us. This meant that the party was filled with quite fit girls in the year above, who totally ignored us young'uns. Thankfully, a few lasses in the year below also showed up, including one fine specimin who Paul had his eye on. You sly devil, you.



Meanwhile, Mr Gill was working his way through the female folk. I think his final total was either 3 or 4.



And I feel that my previous claim was fully vindicated - at every party there is always one totally bitchin' cool guy. In this case, it was a fellow called... Rory? I can't remember. I just thought of him as "Gordo", as he looked like the character from Lizzy McGuire. Which I don't watch. Everyone else called him Nadia. I don't know why. Anyway, just to prove how dudeish he is, I will now repeat this story which he told me about his animals:



"I have had many pets. Firstly, a guinea pig. It escaped from it's cage, climbed to the top of the wardrobe, and jumped off. It died. Then I had two goldfish, a big one and a small one. I forgot to feed them one day. The big one took a bite out of the small one's tail. The small one then ate the big one. The small one then died. Finally, I was looking after my friend's cat. I accidentally let it out, and it ran across the road and was hit by a car, but not killed. It started to crawl back across the road, when it was hit by another car going the other direction."



At this point I told him that he probably shouldn't have children.



What else?



Well, nobody had a watch that worked, so nobody knew exactly when 2005 began. Calls to the talking clock were a bit pointless. This had the result of there being about 7 countdowns. We ran out of party poppers eventually.



Meanwhile, the vast amount of alchohol getting drunk resulted in much chaos and destruction of the house. Many glasses were broken. About three people threw up. The floor of Marios's kitchen became an ice rink, there was so much mud, alchohol and general slime splattered over it. A picture frame was broken. A fence was ripped out of its position. And a good time was had by all.



Finally, the parents returned, and pretty much everyone was chucked out. This left us with a pretty trashed house, and a garden that was full with empty bottles, vomit, and broken glass.



What happened next?



I can't be arsed to type any more so you'll have to wait to find out.



Today's weapon of zombie deathification: Party Popper. Those things are LETHAL at close range.