Ahh today was a completely compelling yet utterly wasted day of my 17 year old life. As I would any other friday, I set off for school, pretty normal I hear you cry but no, this is not the case when we got to school there was a powercut and due to what I can only imagine are safety reasons, we were sent home again.

So after a detour past the legendary Wimbledon Village Bakery, Wimbledon common and briefly centre court shopping centre, I made my way home. I was home by half past the eleventh hour and so decided.. why not a few hours on the computer, when 5 o'clock came i realised that maybe I had been on a little too long and so preperation for the evening commenced

My 2 offers for this lovely evening were a pub quiz or goin 2 a mates house, with a bag of chips and a telly. Of course I thought I'll go for the pub quiz, it should be a laugh and I'd get a few pints down me. Oh God how i wish i had just settled for a bag of chips and the telly.. Realising not until I got there, what sort of lousy pub has a quiz on a Friday, thats when booze ups should be happening, oh of course a 'pub' to use the phrase lightly filled with people predomenantly over 75. After the several death threats I made to the organiser *cough David McCulloch dont let him organise anything again the stupid Scotish twat cough* we decided what the hell we'll just do the quiz and make the most of the evening. 1st hurdle, as we wernt members of this place we couldt order drinks, so we had to make some other people order them for us. The quiz as you may have guessed was aimed at a slightly more mature audience hence we came a good second last, beating only the team of girls who we went with, which was no contest really.

Could the night get any worse? Yes, we were only allowed 2 drinks all night, bloody hell the least we could do at this place was have a little drink but no the girlies who had to order for us refused, suggesting that after 3 pints we might get a little rowdy... I can understand their concern at this since 1 of the girls after only 2 drinks did attempt to steal a childs bike from outside a house...

So although a bit of a laugh it was a bit of a rubbish night, only 2 drinks and only 1 measly inuendo about David in front of everyone, it was the least i could do after his apauling organising..

From now on Organisers cant be me or dave, we cant organise so someone else do it.

tarrah

We all have to put up with them once in a while, but is there anything more embarrasing then a family get-together..?

It was a belated celebration of my dads birthday, and all my mums siblings therefore came.. dont ask its just always the way, my mums family are a lot more friendly. Anyway, we all went to a restaurant pleasantly named 'Rehab' its a nice place, the owner is quite familiar with my parents due to reasons beyond anyones level of caring. I had a ham and egg pizza which was pretty decent and I even took sips from other peoples cocktails (I didnt have any alcoholic drinks of my own as I got a little plastered on friday) but I did get to sip at my uncles 'Long Island Ice Tea' which i believe consists of roughly - Tequilla, rum, vodka, some other alcohol that i cant remember, lime and coke and golly it was tasty. But as I said I didnt drink much alcohol but my parents and my uncles and aunties did...

Oh why me? I thought when my dad who not actually being a catholic himself was preaching about how he thinks the church should be run, to my deeply religous, catholic aunt who accounts everything to being Gods doing. We had my uncle complaining about noise at a bar/restaurant of course theres noise and we had my mum and uncle singing down the end of the table. Even my little sister had a Pina Colada and was all giggly after it, I was just plain embarrased by the whole dastardly affair. Admitedly if I had joined in with the drinking im sure it would have been a lot less embarrasing as i wouldnt have noticed as much but i didnt fancy 2 nights in a row.

Im sure everyone reading this knows exactly the embarrasment but i thought Id throw this blog in anyway - Friday I did get very pissed and did text someone saying something... END

Is it a prenatal gift that of dancing? it just seems that some people have it and some people dont

As some people will know and some people wont, Friday the 2nd of September 2005 saw the first of my cousins be wedded. It was a nice little ceremony with a mad vicar, as u do in these methodist places (the bride is a methodist). Then came the reception, it was at a beautiful setting somewhere north of Worthing but still I was rather bored, not drinking any alcohol... im not quite sure why that was the case but it was. So I was glad when time was called for food.

This is when the party kicked into action, I did not mention before the fact that my cousin is a fully fledged member of the magic circle and thus many magician friends were there including Fay Presto who is a transexual, quite adult ordinated performer who is meant to be one of the best table magicians in Britain. 'She' was not only very funny but also completely astounded me with one of her tricks, as shes a table magician it very personal. When watching shows on tv im always very sceptical, but this was right in front of me and amazing.

I was told to shuffle an imaginary pack of cards, i was quite sarcastic about the whole thing and then she said turn over the card and look at it, now put it back in the imaginary pack, shuffle some more then give it back 2 me. Then she took a real pack of cards out her pocket and asked me wot card i was thinkin of, it was the 3 of clubs and she said 'oh really cant u say sommat else 2 make me look better' and i of course said no. But then she says ok then, takes the pack of cards out of its case and which is the only card facing up... the 3 of clubs and then she turns it over and it the only card with a different colour back to the rest.... I was spooked to be honest, I never really believed that stuff really happened, cant c any way it was possible, freaky.

A nice enough dinner followed, then the speaches and then the reason for my blog....

Although I had not been drinking, my cousin offered and so I thought it rude to refuse it, but he had already had significantly more than this and so after the bride and grooms 1st dance he was trying to make me do some dancing, me being a shy, self-concious twat didnt really want to whereas he just went for it. The thing is he is an awful dancer, yet is willing to do it knowing no one around cares how stupid he looks whereas i care what a load of people who i dont really know think about me...

Then he decided to try and get a few beers down me to try and loosen me up and also throwing in the line, 'you have to dance, girls go for guys who dance no matter how bad they are' he also compared the motion of dancing with another motion.. i think you get where im going. But anyway to my point, i did end up attempting to dance after a few pints but wasnt quite drunk enough to keep it going 4 more then a couple mins at a time b4 taking at least a songs break, and I am shit at dancing also :(. But another one of my many, many cousins is a superbly, amazing dancer, he has all the moves and puts them in time with the music pure genius. But I really need to know am i just doomed to be a bad dancer or is it something you just pick up...

(PS despite the lack of Proclaimers songs, I did break out into my only major dance to the Spice Girls, I cant remember which song now, but it was great)

End of Blog and i didnt even mention what happened on wednesday