I've been procrastinating on this post for a very pathetic reason. Here it is (are you ready?): I didn't have any pictures to post (all mine were blurry or made it look like the French Revolution done over.....if you don't know what I mean, brush up on your history). I thought maybe if I waited long enough someone else would post and then I could steal theirs. And the
Gradys did just that (sorry about about pirating, I didn't think you'd mind).
Anyway.
Yeah, the title, I know. You're saying "What is she talking about?!". My B-day party. Thrown two months late to kill any suspicion. And the plan worked.
BWSB did it all without me picking up on any of it. She really is a horridly good liar.
Anyway.
She got me into thinking there was a "banquet" being thrown by her "sword master" (I wonder if he appreciates being lied about) and that I was invited because BWSB didn't have a date. Ha. Ha. Ha. When she gets one I'll warn him about her.
Anyway.
I fell for it. As stated before. And this is how innocent little me showed up at her house two Saturday's ago thinking I was going away to some strange place for a banquet with people I didn't know.

Instead I was greeted with a hoard of girls, food, and a video camera. Oh, and evil laughing (that was Eep). But it was amazing. Think about it, getting told you HAVE to eat your food with your fingers. Oh! And I got my very own, personal chicken. And table. And butter. And lots of other cool edible stuff (In addition to being a good liar Eep is also an excellent cook).

Anyway.
After the personal chicken we all tromped out to watch some sword fighting (No one was
fatally wounded in the entertainment).
And then dancing. Which was fun....and exhausting. And rather difficult in a long, billowy dress (If you haven't tried it yet, you have not experienced life. Go and try it).

Oh yeah, this was my Page. I got to order him around. It was great!!!

So yeah. My B-day party. It was awesome. Not mentioned above was the really funny, interesting........kinda-hard-to-play-if-you-have-bad-aim-like-I-do game (yes I am stalling. It's because I can't remember the name) where you knock pins over with pieces of wood. Good times (I lost).
Anyway.
Also not mentioned above was the trip to the park. Picture the weird looks you'd get if you and about 10 other friends walked down the middle of the road in amazing costumes for the hey of it. And then imagine a guy staring at your group and spending about 10 minutes trying to count and see just how many of those nutcases there really were! Get the point?
Anyway (yes I am aware of the fact that I just used that word in the same context for the 6th time. And yes, I do also know it is getting redundant. Oh, you're head is hurting? I'm sorry.....here let me fix that *Wump*)
a huge thanks to my awesome friends, but mostly (or is it hugest?) to Eep, my awesome cooking, lieing friend. She really is the bomb.
