I went to a party last night.
Earlier this holiday I received an email from a friend of mine.
The general idea behind this party was 'I have a fridge full of booze, I need help!'
haha.
He is quite rich, so we weren't bored: pool table, f*cktendo Wii, swimming pool, cocktail bar, DJ set, sauna.

I KNOW! It's crazy. But fun, heehee.
I got there by 8. Two people were there before me: one of the DJ's and the cocktail mixer. All good friends of mine. Felix, the cocktail mixer, immediately demanded that I taste his newest creation: a mix of wodka, orange juice, passoa and lemon flavour.
It was nice. But I said to him 'non-acloholic next time, thanks'.
The guests started arriving one by one, through the weirdest entrances. One came through the window.
Another sneaked in and hid in the sauna, scaring the shit out of one of the girls, walking around.
Haha.
So the count was: 8 boys and 4 girls. Hm. Haha. Two of which I didn't know, and didn't need to know.
One of them looked a lot like one of my ex-gf's. So alike that I saw her and said 'what are you doing here?' Until I realised it wasn't her. -_-
Oh, and both smoke. Yuck.

As the evening settled, the night became darker, and the mood lifted. Blame Felix, for making high-alcoholic cocktails. I drank coke, leaned on the pool table, looked around and laughed.
I slapped one of the pool table players (Jeroen, the DJ) on the ass when he was about to shoot, to piss him off.
Note: in this company, we do this all the time. Haha.
He missed. So he trew some marshmellows at my head. I dodged. They landed in the beer of one of the girls.
Enter marshmellow war. Muahahaha.
Most of the songs played were electro. Not that I mind, I've made a whole list of songs I heard. Thanks mobile phone!
I played wii-tennis, wii-bowling, and so on. To relax.
Played some pool, won a few times.
Made myself some cocktails.
Sat down in a sofa and kind of ignored the obvious signals one of the girls was sending.
Turned my back when she started taking pictures of me.
Looked at my watch. 00.30. Oh shit.
Got my sweater and coat, fended off mutiple rape attemps, thanked the host, man-hugged all the guys, wriggled myself free from Fleix, who didn't want to let me go, pecked the girls on the cheek and said good-night.
Off on my bike, back home.