Last night was the much hyped Summer Ball, an end of the year summer party with a hefty £30 ticket price. Thanks, but no thanks. That's almost $60. Because of this, many of the Americans who weren't going came to my counter-ball, where we basically sat in my kitchen and shot le shit, chewed the fat, and etc. After about an hour, a lot of people left to go into central London. On seeing Jonny, I got an idea.

Because the first part of the party was outside, they were using wristbands to see who had a ticket and who didn't. The wristbands were red, and I we got a red-colored (coloured?!) flyer in the hall looking for summer cleaners. I made my forgery and went to the ball.

Everyone was dressed up which was kind of a problem. I didn't have anything formal, so I borrowed a blazer from Jonny and I snuck in. I was wearing jeans. Flip-flops. Paying customers were in suits and ties. Chumps.

After 11:00, they moved the party inside. We had to stand single-file as bouncers checked our wristbands walking in the door. I flashed mine quickly and he let me in. It was perfect. We came back and stayed up until about 4, chewing the fat once again. It was a good night.