Another night another party. On consulting some of the people at Plev's and Sophie's last night it was apparent that some people haven't actually sobered up since Thursday, and Sunday night was no different.

I initially had hoped to get around there with Rosie and Mario at about 7.30pm, but things went wrong a bit and I didn't arrive until 11pm. Also, being a Sunday (although I had clearly forgotten this) there was nowhere open to vend booze at that sort of late hour, so I arrived fashionably (people were drunk enough to be pleased to see me but sober enough to remember me arriving) but with no present for the punch. Two glasses from the water butt (which I am assured had been full earlier) and that was my fill; the place was dry and the next two hours were spent on pure grit and determination alone.

Actually it quite nice to take a chill. There was a chance to reminisce about the other night with Tillman and Pal, time to talk over my own birthday arrangements with Robbie and other snippets of socialisation scattered in between. Everyone seemed pretty happy; there was music, limbo, Tigg appearing from a bush, gratuitous use of a trumpet and it was discovered if anyone had been responsible for the punch disappearing it was likely to be something to do with Rosie.

Aside from my night-time activities, I have completed Olivia's site, which you can check out here. There is some really fantastic vivid textiles stuff going on, so have a peek.

Today I need to think about my presentation for tomorrow. I also need to finalise what exactly I will be doing for my 21st birthday, being that it is only two days away and so far I have little to nothing set in stone.