Christina’s sister Jess had her 18th last weekend. The afternoon prior was spent looking for an outfit for the Gangsters and Flappers theme. A quick trip to the mall did the trick: suspenders, some black pants, white leather shoes (I doubt I’ll ever wear these again!) and a wife beater.
I spent some time calming Mrs Lock down (the bottle of Absynth I bought Jess for her 18th B’day didn’t help), sure she was going to have 60+ underage kids getting wasted at her home but hell, they were going to be in a safe place right? It’s not like they’re in the city, or sprawling out onto the streets. The worst thing that could happen would be maybe 3 or 4 of them drinking too much and throwing up.
Out of the 60+ kids that rocked up only about 15 of them were guys. When I mentioned to a few of them that they were indeed lucky bastards to have so many girls at a party (ie: not a sausage fest) one of them yelled out “yeah, this is a taco fest!”. Taco fest?! Classic.
Anyways, had a blast. Almost threw up but held in there (felt even worst the next day at Jamie and Richie’s Bogan party). Christina threw up all morning (nice). Massive weekend, massive fun, here are a few hazy pics:
Suga and I.
Girls gone wild.
Cake time.
The birthday girl!
Skull skull skull!
Mr Lock. Loosening his tie did the trick me thinks!
Suga and I invited Stevey along. He’s got braces on at the moment so we thought he’d fit right in with the young crowd.
Suga’s cousin Norman and Amy. Turns out Amy knows Narada from Circuit Club quite well, small world!
Trashed.