The joys of unexpectedness 2

I was heading to my friend Tam's formal birthday party in a Soho bar.
I don't even remember my tube journey in the evening dress/very high heels combo. Must have been quite an interesting sight...

I had promised Tam I would be there at 9ish. Instead, I walked in at 11pm, and completely out of my face. I am such a reliable friend.
Trying not to make a complete fool of myself in a crowd of 40 plus, I went to the first friendly face, Mike.
Whose face changed when he saw me:
- Lilith! Don't turn around-don't turn around-don't turn around.
- Why? Who's here?
- Your dear friend OG. Right behind you. Here. Have my shot of vodka!
- (gulp) Bugger. Shit. Fuck. I mean, thanks Mike! Erm, I'll see you around, I need to... Erm, move!

I made a bee line to the bar, downed a mojito, and spent the next half hour in the smoking area outside, telling the bouncer all about my problem.

I eventually decided to follow his advice, by behaving like the adult one. I walked back inside, head held high, and as soon as he was on his own, to OG and initiated polite conversation.
I was terrified. It was pretty hard to see OG in the flesh again. And yes, he is still VERY good-looking. But it didn't go too badly. I think. I was so drunk I really can't be sure, adn I kept drinking the wine he was pouring me.
Weather, summer plans, career plans, etc... It was all very casual.

Until he asked me out for "drinks at some point next week".
That's when Masochist Lilith and Responsible Lilith had a very long argument in my head.
Masochist Lilith: Go for it! Look at him, he's so hot!
Responsible Lilith: Yes, and he knows it. And I'm not falling for that again!
ML: Come on, what's just a drink?
RL: Like just a drink is going to happen...
ML: See, you're dying to fuck him again, and so is the rest of the London female population!
RL: Maybe, but I'm not going to do the same mistakes again!

OG waited, looking quite puzzled while the inside debate was taking place, for a good five minutes.
In the end, Responsible Lilith took over, and I am glad to say I politely declined.
I politely declined again when he asked me if I could do some translation work for him too, and politely declined again when he offered to drive me home.
Wow, I'm self impressed. Maybe I'm learning after all.

There's still some serious learning to do in the drinking department though, because, even if I pulled an OK face whole night, as soon as I was in Tam's car on the way back to The House where the official after-party was taking place, I passed out. And had to be carried to bed. Or so I've been told.

And the hangover on Sunday was priceless.
I spent the whole day wanting to die, but ordering pizzas and watching DVDs with survivors from the night before instead.

Of course, OG filled my Facebook inbox with "messages" ranging between ";))))" and "xxxxxx", to which I didn't bother replying. I'm sorry, but even if it does not always show here, I like proper sentences.
And I guess the good thing is, I am now able to use my brain before my hormones.


Well... Sometimes only.
I need another (long) post for that.