Party princess of the year

The usual mayhem took place last weekend in a well known location far from watchful eyes and patrolling police cars... Experienced players even had nick names for the surroundings, make out forest for example (although I seriously doubt anything happened in that snowy slope. But I could be wrong).

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Dinner got off to a good start with a toast madame very much prepared, a speech from the club president that wasn't too long and a starter that didn't make the pregnant guest throw up. Team Front row took charge of the entertainment competition with a couple of performances and remained in the lead for quite some time, until the Halfbacks captain decided to give them a run for their money and got everyone involved in a highly dangerous let's have drunk people in heels dance around on the furniture-game.

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Awards were given out which made some people smile, some people grit their teeth with greed and some people cry with disappointment on the inside. The usual 45 minute speech with beer awards from the men's coach was avoided by bribing him with the trophy for Player of the year, a cunning plan! Most worth mentioning I think is the Party princess of the year award, which I now have at home in safe keeping until it's rightful owner lands on home soil next week (I miss you Blondie!).

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The home built bar got busy after that and the dancefloor was packed with people you only see dancing once a year. On the stage we had a troubadour working his arse off and I saw several people trying to get their secret missions done before they got too, let's say, liberal with booze money. Good work, especially to Berg who I witnessed squeal with awkwardness as she interrupted a tête-a-tête just to ask someone about their favourite toothpaste or similar. As the hours were lost, so was judgement - some people clearly more affected by this than others. Most famous afterwards is the guy who tried to pick up one of the lesbians! Amused as she was, that special mission impossible (oh to convert a lezzer! or maybe get invited back to her girlfriends place!) didn't go well and he had to settle for someone else later on...

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As usual, everyone in the party committee said I'll never organise this again! but we'll slowly forget it until next autumn. Bring on 2011!