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Going away party

Hi all,

Just a reminder that Travis and my going away party is tomorrow night, Tuesday the 24th of April (Wednesday is a public holiday) from about 7:30ish.

It's probably going to be a fairly basic affair, as most of what we own is already packed (though we have enough chairs, we made sure to leave them behind when we got them to take the first load) so if anyone wants to bring any snacks, etc, please do.

If anyone wants to know the address, please ask.

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pastryproducts
Apr. 23rd, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
So...ahh...when's you're housewarming then? Cause any excuse to drink and all... ;p
travisjhall
Apr. 23rd, 2007 08:32 am (UTC)

Yeah... We kinda need a house before we can have a housewarming.

paxford
Apr. 23rd, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
Could you e me the address? (brain like mush atm). I will definately be there but I think Ben has a late shift and may have to miss it

And am I still able to pick up that PDA? (I will have the $$ with me)

ozisim
Apr. 23rd, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
Umm... I'm not going to be able to make it.
sorry.
halloranelder
Apr. 23rd, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
Why not! :)
ozisim
Apr. 26th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
umm... I've decided to wash my hair that night... ;P
halloranelder
Apr. 26th, 2007 10:29 pm (UTC)
Well, I suppose that's a good enough excuse.
draquin
Apr. 24th, 2007 12:06 am (UTC)
Sorry sweetie, I have another pressing engagement, but will catch you as planned later in the week.
Have fun tonight.
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