View from party venue.

I've drunk everything at the table.
And struggling to keep up conversation with a very posh man who wants to talk about posh things,

So I keep waving my head around to show how rock solid my bun is.
No movement at all. It took 14 six inch nails, but fuck. It's worth it.

Especially as the posh man is now trying to edge away.
But I keep grabbing his tartan trews. Heh heh.