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Yesterday, I hosted yet another party for which I was ill prepared. Yes, it was sushi night at Casa Del Perja and Perja lives in a dump.

It’s not that my apartment isn’t wonderful (I mean, who could turn their nose up at prime real estate in a prime area) but I am to be honest, more interested in shopping than cleaning, which usually results in the apartment being in a state of “MESS” forevermore.

So Jaina and L came over to help me. It’s incredible what people can do when they’re not totally emotionally engaged with each little piece of crap that’s laying on the floor. In three hours, the living room and dining room had gone from unpracticable mess to nearly empty, with plenty of seating to go around.

Needless to say, Dad said that it would be a mess again on Monday (Hah, I think not!)

After this, a well deserved party which ended in the wee hours of the morning… What’s not to love about having parties with your friends? Except perhaps washing the dishes afterwards?And even then, there were some rewards to that (For details, prod me via your favourite messaging system)