Rarity's Diary

My dearest diary;

I mentioned in my previous entry that Pinkie Pie would be throwing a birthday party for her pet baby alligator, Gummy. It was never confirmed directly by her though that this party would be thrown. I expected it from her though. I can still recall that day when Pinkie Pie was hopping into town with an alligator nearly trying to gobble her up. I'm practically mortified by that alligator and its strange properties. I never forgot that faithful day. Even if Pinkie didn't throw a party for her alligator, I probably still would've went to Sugarcube Corner. I grow weary of my sister.

It turns out that my predictions were correct though. A party really was going under way. We were all invited. Pinkie Pie even sang an inviting telegram to us all. When she was finished her performance for me, I wanted to present some conversation to Pinkie, but like a fiery phoenix blaze, she was off.

When we all attended the party that afternoon, I wanted to start off conversing with Fluttershy. We talked about our theories on how Pinkie's mind works. For such a small talk kind of pony, Fluttershy has an overblown proportion of thoughts in her head. She belives that as a filly, Pinkie ate tons of fatty and sugary food, and then lost weight by running around energetically, and as such, that's her daily routine.

My theory on where Pinkie's strange energy comes from is her being an earth pony. I've valued the earth ponies recently, but most of them are pretty strong and attractive, like Applejack or Big Mac. I belive that there's some magical force growing in the ground that only an experienced rock farmer like Pinkie Pie would be aware of.

Envious of Fluttershy's much more impressive theory, I drowned my sorrows with a drink of punch. My mind goes a little tipsier from there, and it can have unbelievable results. I also drank it in commemoration of Spikey-wikey, who sadly wasn't invited to the party. I was hoping the punch would be "spiked," but instead, it was... "gummied."

Pinkie Pie wasn't even fazed or effected when I spat punch all over her bright, pink face. Her chirpy grin was still noticeable. I stared at my precious Twilight, and she was just as shocked as I was. However, since I have a minor fear of Pinkie Pie's prowess, I did not want to dissapoint, and reluctantly drank the punch. That is until Pinkie Pie looked away, and I spat the punch into a tree most likely created by my savior, Twilight. It was like I was feeding Twilight life. She even stared at me with wide eyes for a long period of time.

For a couple of hours, my friends and I danced merrily. However, unlike my friends who danced very choreographically, I, after washing the punch and remaking it, took a few glasses, I danced like a flailing fool of a pony.

I have little memory of last night after the punch I consumed. All I recall is that I headbutted against the stone walls that Fluttershy and Twilight revealed, worshipped the tree I spat punch into, and I came up with the idea that the next day, all of us surprise Pinkie Pie since it would be her birthday the next day. I'm aware of the fact that once I get in a tipsy state, my speech is more slurred than it should be. I don't see why my friends would want to go through with an idea I came up with after gulping down too much punch. I even had a competition with Rainbow Dash to see who could "chug" the most punch in one sip. I won, but then passed out against the sacred tree, and I breathed in and out my nose, I took a whiff of the rotten punch.

But the pro thankfully was that we all had a plan in motion. One of my shortcomings with this plan was the fact that I told the rest of my friends that if Pinkie inevitably throws another party, we just reply "This afternoon? As in, this afternoon this afternoon?" I just don't posses the same genius as Twilight, or Fluttershy.

I was hoping Pinkie wouldn't show up to Carousel Boutique, but I took my mind off it as soon as Spike shown up to my door to help take out the trash. After the punch disaster of last night, I couldn't handle any more filth. I couldn't even understand any words Spike was saying because he smelled like a mouldy mule. I had to put it gently to him that he needs a wash. I wish I knew what he had said to me though. It probably wasn't that important I assume.

Once Spike had left my premises, Pinkie Pie unpredictably came to Carousel Boutique. Hoping she wasn't throwing another party, I changed the subject entirely by remarking at her splendid hat, calling it very modern. I had to hastily come up with an excuse as to why I couldn't show up at this After-Birthday party for Gummy, saying how I needed to wash my hair due to how dirty it was. I was inspired by Spike's filthiness. Thank you, Spike. Your filthiness leaves a lasting impression.

And with her plan in its next stage, I learned of another flaw with it. I believed that each of us should sneak around with Pinkie Pie's birthday cake. We believed that we should make Twilight get the cake from Sugarcube Corner, pass it on to me, before I pass it on to Fluttershy, followed by her passing it on to Rainbow Dash, before finally reaching Applejack at Sweet Apple Acres. My friends must've been just as tipsy as myself to go through with this plan. I got so in character that I whispered loudly at Fluttershy's ear that I would see her later. To my knowledge, no other ponies in that area of town were present, so I didn't see the point. There must've been some strange concoction in that thrash that I drowned my head in.

Admittedly though, and I'm not usually one to boast about my accolades, but my technique in carrying the cake seemed unique. My tail wrapped around it as if I was some sort of maniac, but in a good way.

After delivering the cake to Fluttershy, I was on my way back to Sweet Apple Acres to complete my portion of my mission. Just then, Fluttershy flew straight past me, telling me that she saw a scary monstrosity. All of its body just composed of a pile of hay, it wore ridiculous glasses, an unfashionable out of style cap, and a leather jacket that barely fit. I bet this hay creature wasn't even in possession of a motorbike.

Watching Fluttershy's urgency and explanation of this monster did make me scream in terror too though. Both of us rushed back to Sweet Apple Acres, attempting to take the shortest route possible. As I looked up on my way, I saw a rainbow blur fly by along with a pink blur. At first, I believed Rainbow Dash blew our cover, but then I just thought that she got a flamingo and fed it too much punch so it would have a spring in its step. I'm onto her.

The two of us reached Sweet Apple Acres, and wanted to set up the party. Suddenly however, Rainbow Dash came flying at top speed, and Pinkie Pie caught up somehow. Applejack lied to Pinkie Pie that construction was being performed. I'm admittedly not the best method actor, but we managed to pull this act off, and I don't know whether Pinkie Pie had bought it or not.

After a couple of hours of doing up Sweet Apple Acres for the party, Rainbow Dash volunteered to fetch Pinkie Pie and bring her to the party.

We wore party hats and waited in eager anticipation for our friend. To our surprise unfortunately, Pinkie Pie wasn't too thrilled with the surprise, and believed that we didn't like her anymore, lying to her and avoiding her all day. But through our explanation that we've planned this, she finally believed us. I mentioned to her that we've planned tha party for such a long time. I certainly didn't mean that literally, but instead metaphorically. The whole day was slow and worrying for all of us that it felt like days.

Luckily for us, Pinkie apologized for her attitude and had the best of times with us. I was intrigued though when Rainbow Dash mentioned how she's glad she wasn't replaced by a bag of turnips. We were confused and wondered what she meant, but Rainbow felt hesitant to tell us. My theory is that Pinkie Pie pretended we were all different edible foods. I hope I was a pear.

But watching Pinkie, and being experienced with a wide range of emotions, I knew exactly how she felt. Abandoned and lonely, with nopony to turn to. I saw stage fright in Rainbow Dash and now I see desperateness in Pinkie Pie. This vent up anger and frustration is something that I relate to when it comes to my relationship with Sweetie Belle. I now love all of my friends. I feel so ashamed. Where's Blueblood when you're in need. I wanted to dance with Spike at first, but once I saw the rest of my friends dance with each other, I joined with them. 5 is better than 1. I feel guilty though. I imagine that Spike was missing for the rest of the day because Pinkie Pie was force feeding him turnips and other digestive foods.

~Rarity