Knowing perfectly well that, on a Saturday night, it would take me 35 minutes to get to Picadilly from home, and my date being at 9pm, I left The House at 9:05pm.

I know, I know, I'm incorrigible.
But I had done my best and was, for once, ready on time.
Everything was done:
-perfect hair, check
-make-up, check
-legs, shaved
-room, cleaned,
-two Red Bulls (not to fall asleep in the middle of the conversation seeing I had only slept three hours the night before and had spent most of the day in the haze of the hungover), absorbed.
-pick up an outfit, check.
-change it for something classier, check.
-change the hair to go with the new outfit, check.
-change the whole thing again for something more casual, but still very cool, check.
(After all, I was about to go for drinks with the man who told me I looked like Kate Moss - he needs an appointment with a serious ophtalmologist, if you ask, but let's not get into that- and I felt it was my duty to try my best to live up to the comparison...)
-nails, bitten, check.

So, I was ready to go, in skinny jeans, killer heels and a D&G black top (brought for £8 in a second hand shop, but no one has to know that...), by 8:15pm.

That is, until Fiona popped in The House again with a bottle of wine. It's becoming a habit.
I decided a drink was exactly what the doctor ordered to settle my nerves.
Then, of course, I was late...

Bless HIHES, he was still there, waiting under the rain, and looking even more gorgeous than I remembered. Wow!

An hour and a half, a bloody mary and a gin tonic later, (I think I'm developping some serious alcoholic tendencies...) the conversation was going thick and fast.

Another gin tonic later, he "suddenly realised" that his last train was gone... "Woops!"
Oh well, fine by me...

I didn't sleep at all that night. Not one single little minute.
Damn, the boy has some stamina! All for the best, rest assured...

(Of course, I am wondering where all this is going.
Well, HIHES is going to New York for the next ten days.
Does that mean I can keep having fun at least until he comes back? We didn't really discuss that point.
But, in my head, I'm already chosing the fun option... Woops!)


After he left on Sunday afternoon, Mike, Fiona and I went to the Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park.
Armed with an extra supply of canned beers, we made a point in trying to get all the "speakers" to talk about sex. We were very successfull indeed.
How much fun!