And This Time, We're Gonna Get Funky!

Saturday night was party night this past weekend. It was time to glam up, dress up, and get pissed on the dance floor at Karen's 18th, which was a total banter.
Ok, so I never get totally pissed...I don't think anyway...I mean, I do remember some stuff, else I wouldn't be writing this blog now, would I?
Anyhoo, Emily and me arrived fashionably late because Spinie Hall really is a bitch to locate. I imagine it's hard enough to find in the daylight, but in the dark, it was like an enitrely new ball game. We eventually had to phone a friend (the birthday girl herself) to get slightly more detailed directions. Half an hour later after driving up and down roads which were gradually becoming more and more familiar as the evening passed, we managed to find the turn off down to the Hall.
Then it was time for the party to begin!
So let's see, the highlights I can remember are two renditions of the Cha Cha Slide, a bout of the Macarena, a big mosh pit with serious moshing action, experiencing Yager (spelling?) which is, for those of you who don't know, meant to be a shot of Yager and Red Bull. However, we lacked shot glasses and one of the vital ingredients, so we improvised with plastic cups and Kick. The fizzing concoction is then downed before you can taste the remotely cough-mixture after taste. I actually really liked it.
On the subject of coctails, Emily and me, in all our tipsy wisdom, decided to create our own mixture. We liked to think it was brand new, never-done-before stuff, but I'm pretty sure someone out there has concocted the following; a third WKD, a third Coke, and a third Bacardi Breezer (orange flavour, to be precise). What I can be sure of however, is that they didn't give it the highly inventive name we christened it. It was indeed "The Gordon and Michael Tribute" with the slogan "A little dash of genious, a pinch of idiocity, and a whole lotta love!" (For those of you who know these guys, you can decide which part fits with who!)
Now, on reflection, I have no idea why we thought of calling it that......see, that was our increasingly drunken wisdom; it just didn't make any sense what-so-ever.
Anyway, moving swiftly on...
The point is that I couldn't have been too badly out of it if I'm able to remember events to this extent. However, some of the pictures taken might say otherwise.
In the end, it was an ace night, with good food and plenty of drink in supply to keep the party fully fueled. Gotta say, it was well worth driving about in total darkness for half an hour with no idea of our surroundings. On the way back home, the only thing that changed with the said situation was that we didn't have to drive for half an hour to find the right road.