I'm back from a not so good night out.
It was only my plan C. Lesbian birthday bash in Soho.
Plans C almost never happen. That's why they're called plan C. But then, as I mentioned earlier, it's my time of the month...
As a result, I am:
-drunk,
-tired, but unable to sleep for some reason,
-horny as hell, but having to control myself, because sharing my room with the birthday girl that I had to litteraly drag home by her hands and feet all the way from the bar's floor, to the street corner, to a few cabs who wouldn't take her. She's smashed, probably going to puke on my futon, and I don't even fancy her. I am too nice.
-stuck in the kitchen, blogging my frustration away.
When I could be:
-upstairs, fucking OG's brains out.
-at French Guy's place, doing pretty much the same.
-getting some hot guy's phone number.
-dancing until my soles peel off in Fabric.
-at least in my bed, fighting insomnia with some welcome self pleasure...
Great. And I had to make up a plausible explanation to all persons present about why on earth my last facebook status update was "Lilith" is stuck home with the flu. I had to buy them drinks to make them all shut up. Great.
I can't wait for this to be over.
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Dear Lilith,
Hope you have a better Saturday night than Friday. Did your futon remain puke-free?
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Thanks for asking! Really could do with some cheering up! Any puking was miraculously avoided, and I'm having a better Saturday night.
I have been attempting to cook dinner at my place for a few friends. Quite a mission really, seeing I'm probably the only girl on earth able to burn pasta... All in all a bit too quiet though, but planning to make up for it next week!
So have your friends all gone or do you invite company round and blog at the same time? Glad your futon avoided any mishaps. Aren't the fireworks cheering you up? (I know, I know, you'd rather be making your own fireworks...but in the meantime, they're rather pretty).
I'll send you a recipe for jumbalaya if you like...it's great for a group and easy...hard to burn too!
Devoted Reader
Devoted Reader,
I'm not that rude yet, and no, my friends were not gone yet when I replied (truth to be said, most of them, well fed and "re-hydrated" on red wine, passed out in the living room at around 5am...). It's just that one of the present guests, worried by her state of drunkeness, had to re-check online if her flight back home the next day was at 6am or 6pm... Somehow useful knowledge.
And I couldn't resist the call of the computer and checked my mails. There you go. Why am I justiying myself? Oh well...
You're not justifying yourself....just satisfying my curiousity. It was a rather tongue-in-cheek question anyway...
And that whole ID thing...it's often not about how old you look, but how well you come across. If you look confident, and like you belong in the bar/club/whatever they won't question you. Those who are more timid or appear like they're not sure they should be going in somewhere in the first place often find bouncers troubling for ID more often...
Devoted Reader
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