I saw the cat watching the TV

Last night was goooood. Good old fashioned drunkenness. Bumped into a good lot of people I knew, a blessing and a curse. Par example poor Maaike, Dean and Andrew who saw me for a sophisticated dinner then a meer 2 hours later, I'm careering off the walls in Kingo's. What a shock. Was good to even see the birthday boy, so I looked like I had a purpose to my drunkenness. Some of the best bits were waking up the next day and having forgotten golden moments recounted to me.

"you going to take some photos of us?"

"fuck off!"

"the bouncers hate you"
"they LOVE me"

"why have you thrown your ID on the ground?"

"fuck off"

well, at least I'm hot. Now I'm going to go into recovery mode, and lock myself in my room with nothing but journal articles to keep me company. Well, until next Thursday ;)