One of the resolutions being to blog at least once a month, here's my contribution for this month:

Some of you probably read from Slayer's blog about the NYE stayover at Jubilee's house. Yea, it was great. :) No, I did not get wasted. No, I did not get drunk. No, I didn't fulfill stupid dares and go bartop dancing or kissing strange guys in the street or something or watch any erotic movies.

We just stayed at her place and played board games the whole night.

Somehow, I know there are some people who wouldn't quite believe that of me. Heck, even after typing it out, I don't even believe it myself!! ["You screwin' me or somethin'? You played Monopoly on NYE?? Oh get off my case you!"]

But it was fun. And what made it more fun was probably the simplicity of it all. A bunch of old friends together, with enough soft drinks and junk food to keep us well-fed through the night and enough board games for entertainment.

The high of the evening was getting locked in.

Before she left to church, [yes, I actually have friends who go to church. Regularly] Jubilee told me, "If you guys want to bathe, use the kitchen toilet. Keep this door closed, because of the heat from the heater. Aircon remotes are here, TV remotes are here, and if you want, lock the door from the inside but DON'T lock the gate, in case you guys need to get out."

And guess what I did right after she walked out. -_-!!! Yes, I LOCKED THE PADLOCK ON THE GATE.

It was such an unconscious action that I didn't even realise it myself, until Slayer needed to get out, and then something clicked inside me.

"I... think I locked the gate."

"You what?"

"Where's the key??"

"Er.... Jubilee has the key."

"You mean I can't get out???"

"........."

Slayer the actress-in-training tries the lock, tries several spare keys lying around to no avail, and then, faced with the possibility, no, reality of being locked in, rattles the gate, shouting, "HELP!!! I'M LOCKED IN!!! LET ME OUT!!!" And I have to pull her away before some well-meaning neighbour calls the police.

"Will you relax??"

"ARGH I WANT MY DOG! WHAT IF A FIRE BREAKS OUT?? WE'LL BE TRAPPED LIKE RATS!!!!!"

Eventually, though, Jubilee does return, lets us out, before we really do get burned to death in her apartment. And yes, right after midnight, so we managed to cross into 2008 without being roasted.

Zen Lesson of the year: Do not be trapped in potential fire hazards.

During a wedding celebration for Mr Er, his well-meaning friends [including Juls and I] decide to suan the bride and groom on stage.

Juls: "The game is as played! We will blindfold the bride, and then our friends will get 3 men on stage to kiss the bride on the cheek. What she has to do is to guess which one is her husband!"

And so we get the bride's father, a male relative and a 3 year old boy carried by his father. And she gets it!

Juls: "Congrats to the bride! And now for the groom's turn!"

But we are not as bad as that. To give the groom a good sporting chance, we don't get any other women on stage, but get the bride to kiss him 4 times instead. And who does the groom say his bride is?

Mr Er: "Er, I don't think any of them are my wife."

Audience's jaws drop. Audience is stunned into silence for a minute. And then

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOORRRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Juls takes off the blindfold off the groom. Who immediately sees that the same woman, ie his WIFE, has been kissing him all this while. Who then slumps back into his chair with this expression on his face (!-_-!)

I swear, we couldn't do it better if we had tried. ;)

Me: "So what did you get me for Xmas?"

Him: "I'm not telling you! You'll have to wait till Xmas."

Me: "A LeSportsac bag? That Armani bag I wanted?"

Him: "........."

Me: "Well, I hope you didn't get me jewellery anyway. You know I don't really wear it all that much."

And guess what he gets me anyway. :p Oh well, I still like it.