Bring on the trumpets
A social life stole my Friday evening.

Yesterday I was Quite Ill for the majority of the day, and looking forward to getting home and into bed.

What actually happened was that I got home, showered, put on my PJs, was happily getting ready for film-watching in bed, when the new plan for Friday Evening was 10 minutes to get dressed, makeup-ed etc and go to a friends birthday flat party.


The results of which were spending half the evening slowly sinking into a sofa whose back was deceptively far away, whilst the drunkest girl I have ever seen kept falling on me, begging me to dance and telling me I was gorgeous. When she dragged her flatmate over, (who she had been drunkenly and probably subconsciously groping all night) and made him observe my 'stunningness' I asked them if they were grooming me for a threesome, they didn't deny it, but eventually, after managing to grope me, fall in my face and play footsie with me over the legs of four different people sitting between us she went home, with cries of 'I love your fringe! Look how nice her smile is.'

The rest of the evening involved tiny little sparklers, having drinks spilt on my feet, dancing in wet patches, talking to someone who used to live in my house and her dropping into the conversation that she was the fuzz, by means of a warning I decided, a friend of Drunk Girl explaining to me in great detail that Drunk Girl was attracted to me because we had similar shaped faces and features, only that I had a bigger gob and the taxi driver on the way home giving us his personal mobile number so we could ring him and get a mix CD of the music he was playing. Ace.


EDIT: Also I just remember asking my friend if he'd had a good time in India, and he answered by showing me his gangrenous leg.