Looking back over my summer, I can safely say it has been a success. I have had a handful of new experiences that I am grateful for. These include:
- Trying an omelette- No. Not nice. Never again.
- Going on a holiday organised (partly) by me- A roaring success. I'm so good at pretending I know how to read a train timetable!
- Eating (thus including swallowing and digesting) a mussel- Surprisingly delicious. Four point five stars.
.... Ok so those examples don't add up to the cRaZiEsT summer ever but I still had a good time. My friends and I had many shindigs. We have re-adopted the word "shindig" and we use it in reference to our own private style of party. These parties consist of eating doritos, chatting, drinking Fanta, playing a game my tall* friend has coined "Celebrities" and/or playing Cluedo. These shindigs are great. I suppose we use the word "shindig" ironically really because originally they were parties that involved loud music, dancing and alcohol consumption- none of that happens at our parties. This summer I have been to two classic shindigs that fit my description above, a murder mystery shindig and a bonfire shindig. All these events were jolly and filled with laughter. We can all drink but we choose not to intoxicate ourselves with poisons. Instead we roll around the carpeted homes of our nearest and dearest in fits of giggles. Our sides split at that hilarious anecdote about the crazy scottish lady our short, curly-haired companion* tells. SHINDIGS ARE THE WAY FORWARD.
I think YOU should throw a shindig soon. You might like it.
nERD
p.s. the pictures are some pages from my scrapbook....
** Names have been withheld
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