party was awesome.

well worth getting the phone confiscated for. (if you want me, leave a message - I check it every half hour or so.)
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the ride home was something different altogether; my dad told me not to speak, and then spent the entire car ride bitching about the sacrifices he had to make for me.

I said nothing; am amazed at the self control I am able to summon (even after 4 Gerald Specials, a glass of wine and a rum and coke that was more rum than coke)
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looking forward to IKEA tomorrow, phone or no phone.
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before the rumour mill starts up: I kissed Dingwall. On the cheek. At the behest of Ian Strand. For a photo. (more of a comic-strip thing, really)