The Irish Blog Awards- in blurry photos

We came, we saw, we didn't win, but we got absolutely hammered. For future reference, if there's going to be a giant inflatable game of any sort at any event I'd appreciate a heads up so I can stay at home. The lure of Twister was too much. Wild horses couldn't get me off the thing, I think I've broken my thumb, but I won't know for sure until the booze wears off properly.
As if my hangover wasn't bad enough this morning, I got a lovely text message pointing me in the direction of Victor Barry's blog, where there's a lovely picture of my arse displayed for all to see. I mean, it wouldn't be a party if someone didn't get their arse out, would it?

The lovely Val came out of the kitchen and got down on the dancefloor, I finally met Lottie, and after much ado we finally managed to get a picture of us that we both thought was passable.

Raptureponies won Best Popculture Blog, woo!

Beaut.ie scooped Best Fashion Blog

The fabulous Ciara Crossan danced the feet off me and even let me wear her veil.

I met the very cool Sabrina Dent, who looked remarkably put together for someone who hosted the booze fest that was the Ladies Tea Party...

I had cigarettes with Adam of HiColour.com and interrogated both himself and his buddy about why they choose to live in Riverstick... although it's got to be better than Tuam.

The Macarena caused untold confusion at about 2am, I'm far too brain dead to caption these photos, which are mostly as blurry as the night itself, but do feel free to name and shame if you feel inclined...