"Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes"

So, I did end up going to the clothing swap, and I'm glad I did. So what if I was feeling like a heel, the times were good when I got there. People drank, people went outside to smoke, people ate. Rachael made a killer Mexican Dip, but I was so stuffed from the sushi earlier and the pizza she gave me when I got there, that I couldn't manage to eat more than a bite.

Other people got some things that I wanted, but that's bound to happen at an event like that. I really wanted that "teeny" sweatshirt and the rock-paper-scissors game wasn't fair. Sure, me and Siobhan both picked scissors, but in a normal game, 2 people would play and the winner would challenge the third. There were other things I wanted, but I didn't feel like raising my hand everytime, and I didn't want to take too much stuff. I'm still trying to get rid of two-thirds of own clothes, I can't bring a whole bag full home. I did get a really awesome black lace dress. As Rachael put it, "you can wear it over something, or if you want to be scandalous, you can wear it over nothing." I'm not sure which route I'll go. Probably both, as I will probably wear it more than once. I'm absolutely in love with my new yellow owl t-shirt. Considering it's a youth medium, I'm surprised someone thought it would fit Paul. Thankfully it didn't, so he got rid of it. It fits me like a pair of pantyhose.

Eventually, Rachael got tired of presenting each piece of clothing individually, and I don't blame her, so the swap turned into a free-for-all and a game of Truth-or-Dare erupted. I haven't played that in ages, and I didn't on Friday. I won't get into what happened during the game because truths and dares should stay in the game and it's none of your business if you weren't there. Just re-read my first, bold sentence. I had no more booze and I needed to get some sleep as Saturday was going to be long and busy.