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I feel like I'm back to life. Back in London... HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Nun-like lifestyle in the country side under the parents' close surveillance is everything but my cup of tea, and I'm really glad to be back.

Last Friday night, though, I managed to escape the watching-the-cows/eating organic food/going to bed at 9:30pm routine and drove to the next town for what was supposed to be a catch-up dinner at the only restaurant around with old girl-friends from high school.

After voluntarily sending my cholesterol level up the roof by ordering not one, but two extra servings of cream and fresh bread (one has to make up for one week of muddy parsnips soup, fresh from the garden, and yes! even on Christmas day!) the girls insisted to bring me to the new English Pub, which was a new addition since the last time I came home. (about a year and a half ago...)

Ok, they didn't have to insist THAT much...

This place being the only one in the area NOT dedicated to cows or people above the age of 280, everyone from "back in the day" was there.

Still it seemed that a lot of change had taken place in my old school-mates over the years, especially regarding hair styles and sizes, which gave us girls quite a good ground for bitching away. (What else do you when you're reunited with your high-school bitching partners???)

It also looked like everyone had taken up smoking, which I thought, after a few pints, was a great idea, especially in a still-blessed country where the smoking ban does NOT apply!

Unfortunately I had come completely cigarettes-less (if I wished to spare my life, it was best to spend those few days chewing furiously on nicotine gums than letting the parents know). But I figured out at thatpoint that I could always blame the smell on my (non-smoking) friend, threw the evil gums back at the bottom of my bag, and walked to the next table, where I had noticed loads of rolling was going on...

"Excuse me can I bu...Aaaaaaaaah!!!"

With my luck, I had gone straight to my High-School-Fling,

I pulled a chair, sat down with the guys, rolled, smoked, rolled, smoked, drunk Stella and talked about sex, exactly like "back in the day" when it was really really really cool...

Three hours, a whole pack of tobacco, and way too many of those Stellas later (all on the guys of course!), the girls came to drag me back to their table.

It was probably a good idea, seeing that both the booze and talking out loud about our first sexual attempts with HSF had made me extremely horny, and I was becoming outrageously flirty. I had completely forgotten the present new girlfriend. Woops.

The girls drove me back with two cars and didn't let me back in the parental nunnerybefore I had swallowed a whole liter of water and what felt like a thousand mints. Just like the teenage years!!

This was about the only kind of fun I got while away.... i promise to make up for it very very soon!