Heather's Sixteenth*

Samantha's fourth. Or thereabouts - that's how many drinks it probably took before she hijacked the karaoke at Heather's shindig. More P-P-P-Pie-eyed Face than P-P-P-Poker Face.

A nice meal out followed by a very raucous evening with a room full of hormonal teenagers all trying to speak louder than each other. I think I liked it better when it was ice cream and jelly, pass-the-parcel and everyone sent packing on a sugar high by 7pm.

Still, I think it was a success and Heather seemed to have a great time. Samantha's happy too because the crowd apparently think she's a 'cool mum'.

Apologies to the neighbours for the racket emanating from here last night, not sure what time this wound down but I'm thinking it was well into the wee hours.

*backplipped 'cause we were all partying hard.