On 8th of this month i turned a year older (A lady never tells her age) though i know most of you can guess, no dummy i am not past 25. NKT
So my friends and i organized as ka small party to celebrate a life well lived...scratch that, a life being lived well.
The place was in the heart of Kabete and though most of my people complained of the distance i took it as a getaway of some sorts and they made it to the bash .
Thanks guys, love u all.
What surprised me at the party was the huge no of fellas who came to the party, empty handed.
The invite said you gotta come with a drink in hand, now i could not cater for the super drums that were present, ah ah. Not happening.
Ok flashfoward to the guy who always brings trouble, these bozo wanted to fight coz his glass woz empty or samn like that, i cannot remember.(i woz having a good time to care)
So guyz were all drunk or rather, i was. And came cake time, THE CAKE WAS MISSING, so i had to call up some pals who were on their way and it ended up that they were drunk and brought the pieces above..smh (shaking my head)
I appreciated their effort and was very content at the fact that they had gone beyond extreme measures to get it...nope they didn't steal it..
So as it approaches 0230 hours the fighter guy whom no one had invited decides to leave, with those "rambo paperbags" FULL OF SHOES...
Seriously in this era who does that?? steal shoes?? this was the low down of the night. People were bored after that but thank heavens they were cool and the party continued till dawn...
In a quick flash. Someone pucked (as expected) someone made out(Without pointing fingers) there was a quickie n no don't judge me yet, i didn't. I was the bday girl so i had to make sure things were running smoothly.
I thank everyone who made it there in mind and body and if you were not invited it was for the best.
Trust me.
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