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Currently Listening To :: Yeah :: Usher feat. Ludacris and Lil' John

Kev? Dre? We rocked it.

For the third year running, Kev, Dre and I threw a free birthday bash, inviting everyone we know (and everyone they know too) for a night of dancing, drinking, and not-so-quite family oriented fun.

By 11pm the Lottery was packed out, and the DJs were playing all the classic RnB jams. Everywhere I turned, familiar faces were chatting, buying drinks (apparently we got 4 times the necessary bar tab for the night), and heading up to the dance floor. While the theme song to Cheers played in my head, I slowly lost count of how many drinks I had had; for the first half of the night I had a drink in each hands, and a friend waiting to buy one to fill any gaps that appeared.

It seemed like everyone I knew was there...I can't believe people flew in from Singapore just for the party; Anton, that's some dedication right there! I felt like a ball in a pinball machine, bouncing around the club trying to catch up with everyone, not knowing which way I'd be going next.

When I finally made it up on stage, the dance floor was packed out. The "cage" was filled with dancers, and through the haze I saw a sea of familiar faces. Cutting loose, one friend said I looked like a hypeman with my hands in the air, singing along with every song, acting the fool like Ludacris.    

Unfortunately, the drinks started to pile up at an alarming rate, and by 3am the shots, beers, red wine and mixed drinks made sure I was a bit of a mess...but since this blog isn't for me to divulge embarrasing situations (least of all about the person writing it), I'll just leave it right there. Next thing I knew, it was Sunday morning, and a Berocca was fizzing in my dreams.

Thanks to everyone who turned up and made it, in my opinion, one of, if not the best party I've been to. Period.

Best complement on the night?

"Hey, this reminds me of City Live!"

Enough said; til next year peoples!