Then again, some do actually leave a seemingly joyous occasion early. One may choose to leave, one may be forced to leave for being disorderly, one in particular may have no choice because it's a fortune that he isn't unconscious after bashing his head against the edge of a lavatory basin.
As it turns out, having a group of teenagers and twenty-somethings in a small hall together is bound to lead to some sort of accident, or rather, a number of accidents. The most notable being the aforementioned head-to-lavatory-basin bollocks. When inebriated, you shouldn't be allowed to walk around unsupervised, let alone go weewee in the girl's bathroom while unbalanced and idiotic-mannered. The lesser accidents include a beer spill that could have led to an overly-dramatic and sudden failure of all the electrical equipment in the hall, more leftover food and drink than you can wave at a small African village and a few things leftover that really shouldn't have been, say ... a guitar?
Still, everything worked out fine in the end and even though my lightweight friend and his blunt-force trauma to the back of the melon is in hospital for observation, nothing gets on my tits more than things left unsaid, and believe me, there are things left unsaid.
For now, I bid adieu.
Good afternoon the interwebz.
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