Party on

What a massive weekend. Almost looking forward to going back to work.

Friday night involved a tracky-dack wearing girls night in with girl housemate, Becs and too much wine and champagne. Fortunately for girl housemate I did the box-job on her hair before we started boozing. It turned out quite well - observational training from Manda obviously worked wonders. I did all the right things, giving out magazines, asking if she wanted a coffee etc. GH was killing herself laughing but was happy with the end result so it was all good. NB & Huggy then gatecrashed our little shindig after their pub crawl - NB was suitably slaughtered.

We were then very responsible by getting up at 8am after 5 hours sleep to chat to Lil'M on skype. Lil'M - I hope the conversation made enough sense, because our heads were killing us. I then trudged on down to the hairdresser (Manda - no box jobs for me, I promise) for cut and colour. I will do another post to talk all about that little escapade.

Liver was then starting to function, so realised it must be time to get back on it. 2-for-1 cocktails were the order of the evening (just magic) finishing off with a great dinner and too much red. Got to meet another Aussie who was nice, so that takes the grand total of decent Aussies in London to seven (figure includes us).

When we got home I thought it would be a good idea to get on ziggy. I couldn't even type, so why I thought it was a good idea, I don't know. I do remember that Allie rang on skype, though I couldn't tell you what we talked about. I'm sorry Allie, I am sure I was disgraceful.

NB went off to work early on Sunday morning. He is mad. I slept in and then trudged down to the pub for lunch with friends. Fortunately for everyone involved, nobody was boozing. Sweet relief. Though I did order a bloody good cup of tea. What a saddo.

You don't need to comment and say I am a drunk or disgraceful or words to that effect. It's booze off a duck's back.