I wasn't planning to go out last night, not at all, I swear. I figured out that, somehow, a quiet night in wouldn't do any harm to my health, and to my wallet either...

But that was until the fight with my parents on the phone. They don't entirely agree with my current lifestyle, bless them. Even if I always serve them a massively toned down version of my night time activities. Still, they'd love to see me very focused and at least about to get engaged. (I know, HAHA!) That's how conservative they are.
A few weeks ago, I made the huge mistake to tell my mum I was seeing OG. I never ever told her anything before about boyfriends, but OG was so good on paper I thought it'd make her happy. It did.
But now she keeps asking if he's calling me from his tour, and if I say no, it just stupidly upsets her... I don't need my mother to be upset about that too!
My current state of anger is more than enough I think!
(Anyway, he did text me today to say he was in London for the next 24hours only, and I still have to work out what I want to reply to that...)

The phone conversation quickly worsened until I hung up in tears. Needless to go through all that now. It was 5pm, I grabbed the last bottle of red, leftover from Saturdays party, and poured myself a well-needed glass of liquid comfort.

When my housemates came back from work an hour later, I had forgotten even the notion of dinner and was very merry indeed.
And when Fiona popped in, screaming at the top of her hoarse Autralian voice "Guys, let's go out and get fucked!", I simply had to obey.

So out we went, and fucked we kind of got...

Must have had some serious spare energy once in the club, because I danced until I almost dropped out. And damn, it felt good!
That stupid photographer took way too many pictures of us looking extremely wasted. Not a good look for their website if you ask. Potential customers would not want to go to a club after seeing pictures of three smashed girls all over eachother, would they?
Oh, I think I see his point now...

At around 4am, we dragged that lesbian girl from Norway all the way back to Fiona's place and carried on drinking. I can't even remember the girl's name. Bless her, it must have been all very confusing for her.
Fiona recounting her -many- same sex experiences but concluding she was straight, grabbing my ass as she made her point...
Me, after telling her all about my current "love" life, naming Winona Ryder and Nathalie Portman in the five celebrities I would do...
I swear I had never seen someone looking that puzzled. Bless her.

I have to admit, the whole situation was seriously confusing.
And the flirtation level in the room was unbearable.

Now, I have always kind of fancied Fiona, and we had that genuine sexual innendo going on for ages... But I didn't want to get into anything that night.
AND I DON'T GET INTIMATE WITH FRIENDS, WORKMATES, OR HOUSEMATES. It seems to always get everyone involved into such a mess I'm not prepared to cope with.


So we all pretended being entirely straight that night and all went to sleep in different beds/sofa.

Strange, strange night...