Mims

The life of Mims
2003-02-03 12:24:26 (UTC)

Birthday

But not mine.
One of my best friends actually.
She had one of the best parties I have ever been to
actually.......her family is incredible to her sometimes.
Over the weekend, her brother threw an 18th birthday party
in her house. I know she comes from an affluent family, but
what I was expecting was absoulutely nothing compared to
what greeted me.
I wasn't really in a party mood, because I didn't have the
means with which to buy her a present (I felt so bad, she
was so good to me on my birthday) so I spent ages trying to
be creative with some black card and glitter....I hope I
suceeded. I got into my 'party' outfit (take note, anybody
who saw me in it would think I am on my way to a funeral.
It aint pretty) and waited around moodily to go.
Her mother sent an entire bus that could have seated 35
people for just 16 of us.
I sat at the back, pretty amazed by this, but still feeling
slightly sulky.....
Then when we arrived at her brothers house, I felt like I
had just walked into some kind of magazine shoot in every
sense....
The house was incredible.
A huge, converted church hall right in the center of
Cardiff. We were greeted by an incredibly beautiful place,
filled with caterers, alcohol and beautiful people.
I felt utterly out of place to begin with.....but after a
few glasses of wine on a empty stomach, I felt more
comfortable. We all took full advantage of the free
alcohol, and I completely lost track of time, I was dancing
so much.
I must have looked like the biggest prancing loon ever.
I just literally went nuts....
Can't deny it was the best fun I have had all year though,
and I didn't really care about the dancing, because I was
suurounded by friends who already know and accept that I am
totally un co-ordinated.
Fraid I had a couple of reflective moments, as I have the
tendency to do.
A few of the people from collegewere standing around
discussing how almost all of the prettiest college girls
had attended the party, which made me think I was ruining
the general trend, and I think at one point I had a bit of
a cry on Jacobs shoulder about it.
Not that he would remember of course.
When we woke up in the morning, I literally could not
belive the quantity of empty alcohol bottles lying around.
I don't think I have ever drank so much....and actually had
fun.
Usually I just end up wailing or vomiting.
How attractive.
Perhaps I am learning to pace myself at last.
Hideously drunk people are scary, and I hate thinking that
I can be like that too.
Oh well.
Brilliant night.
Treasurable memories.
I love you Beca. Even though you won't read this and don't
know it as well as I do.
You truly are a beautiful person.

Love Mims




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