Spicy Pregame | Ginger Spice's House!

So to make up for last night (Taty's B'day)'s lack of Spicy Dance Music.

Camilla and Annie decided to have a Spice Girls themed dinner party/pregame.

The girls made all kinds of fancy little morsels.

Deviled eggs...



Assorted cheeses...



Chips, dips, and wine...



And I brought a sausage pizza. Obviously.



Yumminy yum yum yumminy yum.



Also Annie bought a three-pound slab of freakily bright red salmon that we devoured over the course of the night.






Also there were margaritas.



Andy had his eye on anything with boobs and a leg .

(Yes, he would settle for a one-legged.)



Drunkenly, Annie and I were trying to set Andy and Camilla up. We thought we would get them to make out by luring them into the bathroom with us to have a group chat and then very subtly slipping away into the shower to have "a talk".

So we went into the shower and closed the curtain and pretended to be having some kind of conversation. And then we were having so much fun getting carried away with that that five minutes later we both stopped were like...wait...is anyone even still in the bathoom?

Nope!



It was hilarious.

To us anyway.

So...Andy had the info on some Brown party supposedly being held at Ginger Spice's house up in the Hollywood Hills.

We piled into this dude Alex's car and were on our way.







The party was a shitshow.

Huge house. Totally packed.




Ran into Brenda and Walter.




Dancing.



Drinks flying and falling everywhere.



Oh and it apparently wasn't AT Ginger Spice's House but OVERLOOKED her house.

We threw beercans at it. We classy.



Before long we opted out to finalize our evening with fun drunken chatter in a smaller group.



We hailed a cab.




And headed back to Camilla's.



Ate some more fish.




Mmmmm....fish fingers....



Ohhhh...the shitshow that happened when we got back to Camilla's...

Andy brought his random friend Randall home with us.

Randall sat on the couch not participating in conversation.

Randall was drinking RED wine in a giant glass sitting on a WHITE couch.

Randall passed out, wine glass in hand, which then slipped through his fingers, bounced on the couch, and SOMERSAULTED onto the floor/rug.

Randall made the executive decision to flip the couch cushion and run away with the rest of our group.

Camilla's roommate was NOT PLEASED the next morning...

(P.S. I am Randall.)