The long awaited party post is here!! God we are crap. But on with the post... The British Invasion party was in honour of our mate Shazza turning 29 and surprising the shit of of her (about 2 and 1/2 weeks ago now!) but what a fab night.
A good friend of Sharon's had set up the British Invasion surprise party, under the pretense of going to Wailuku for a "dodgy" night out with Shaz. Unsuspecting Shaz was told to "dress sexy" and pick up Chelsea at 8:30pm from her home. Little did she know her mates had flown in from all over the main land just to celebrate her birthday, and were crouched behind the front door!!
The theme (which by now you know) British Invasion was completely lost on me. I just thought it was random British people cruzing over to America and not leaving! Hence the Posh and Becks outfit for me and Ulli (the latest to invade LA).
The (wrong) word was passed on to Danny and Ian, who had the brilliant idea of ....
Give us a jig (eeaww eeaww)
Morris Dancers (you guessed it? I didn't - sorry guys I suck). True to their reputation, they continue to lead in the fancy dress world (I would love to check out your wardrobe you guys!)
Anyway, it was later explained to me that British Invasion was when all the music in the 60's from the UK came to the US. Hence the 60's look amongst the majority of the guests.
There was a good DJ, so dancing all night long.
Not the traditional way to eat cake, but certainly a more enjoyable one. Seen here, Shazza eating cake off of Sexy man Sid's chest. He thought it was a recipricle agreement last Wednesday on his birthday, but no joy unfortunately!
Then bets started getting thrown down ....
And Ian thought he was up for the challenge
These two are for GP.
My legs were apparently somewhat of a hit. Reason being no one ever sees them, I think I have worn this skirt twice and I know why, bloody hard to walk around with heels and a skirt!
Check out these wet suit tan lines!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAZZA!!! From all your drunken deliquent friends!