Limeade Sunday

Jasmine threw a bit of a party tonight to celebrate the end of her most recent set of exams. From what set out to be a SingStar night turned into a very drunken party with a few surprises thrown in for good measure. I don't remember much about leaving, I don't remember G and Elske being in the car when Paula gave me and John a lift home and I don't remember dropping others off.

When I got back to the flat I wanted to sleep on the kitchen floor and then moaned at John because he wouldn't hold my hand when I was being sick. Oh dear. Oh dear!

I think it'll be a bit of a Limeade Sunday tomorrow!