The sun went in and we all decided to move to another venue that had tables inside ('Can we catch a bus there?!'). We ended up in a wine bar where they ushered us into a secluded room with a big table. They had obviously heard about how loud we laugh when we get going and decided to keep us away from other customers. We all drank gin (apart from one of the lads who insisted on having ale), then after looking at the bill we decided not to buy more drinks but instead went to the supermarket and picked up more gin and tonic and pizza and trifle (it was vegetarian) and cake ('We should get cake! It's my birthday!', 'Really?! When?', 'December!') and went back to Vs place.
We got back to V's place about 7pm, we put pizza in the oven, and put youtube on the telly - yep time for karoke, if you count drunken singing and dancing round the living room as karoke. The first song on was V's favourite, 'Dead Ringer for Love' ('If I was going to be on Stars in their Eyes, I would be Cher in this video. I'm not joking!'). And it just got cheesier from there. At some point V and I switched to tea and managed to have a bit of a chat amidst everything that was going on ('Do you know I was tidying my room the other day and I came across one of my socks in a mug. I have no idea how long it had been there. I was hoping it was empty but it was a third full of coffee. How does this happen?!'). It all got a bit indie for a while, but we rescued it with some jive and then we moved on to some musicals all of which got us up and dancing around like mad things - including a V and Middle B doing an impromtu version of the elephant medley from Moulin Rouge. A lot of singing, a lot of dancing and a lot of cake later, I finally got home at 2.30am. I'm knackered today, but I'm a pretty happy bunny - I should clearly do this more often. V agrees: 'I wish my boyfriend had been here tonight - I wish everyone could see how awesome my friends are!'.