stupor-ed again

snippets from tonight:

michelle: i'm not even drunk. i'm just like half drunk.
peter: michelle, do you want to go all the way? (everyone stares at peter)
me: is that seriously how you proposition girls?

a really high peter makes a valiant attempt to do a push-up and clapping behind his head

peter fools kent into drinking from the rubbish cup (where we dumped the left overs of wine, gin, rum, lime and other shit)

danny's drag days are exposed (he supposedly has a female lookalike)

michelle calls my name and talks to yeemeng for the next minute

grace: i can stuff my fist in my mouth! (attempts to do so)
peter: really? let me try!

yeemeng: (while trying to down a shot blowjob style) fuck i think my jaw's cramping

i can't rmb what else, but it's just been a night filled with laughter and good cheer. i miss these guys, and it's really great to be in their company again! shall not do this night injustice and douse it with discontented sobering thoughts.