Frisky

If ever I needed more of a reason to be a complete teetotaller from now on I found it yesterday. While going out is all very fun, fabulous and made me feel as though I was finally repaying some kind of unspoken debt to the people around me for the numerous (i.e. I have lost count) occasions on which I have relied on their "assistance" (understatement of the year) - seeing it all with sober eyes is very, refreshing. By that I don't mean literally (well, maybe a little) but rather by way of realisation. Drunk people say stupid things. Yeah everyone already knew this, but for me not in the sense that when you hear these 'truths' and you're not in the same state as the other participants - well, then it's quite a shock. Definitely wasn't 'superhappy' about the outcome of the conversation last night.
In fact, by making my stealthy exit at one of the many bad, no, chaotic moments of the evening I avoided interrogation. Did LOVE the use of a rotary washing line pole as a limbo pole, then as a shield. One against five, good odds? I wouldn't bet on that one haha. Just when you thought drunks had done everything. I also have a massive black/purple bruise on my leg from being kicked by an unruly drunk screaming about biology. Class. So while I may have not had the best night in the world, I know my friends did (not that they will remember most of it), some boys are still on course to being gentlemen (restored faith in the current generation?) and my feet are some kind of new level on an endurance scale. Also my new work uniform is lovely. Unsure about the flip-flops but I plan to work out how to get out of wearing them till I've toned my legs for the summer.
As I have had a gym lapse for nearly three weeks (absolutely horrifying!!) I plan to go and work out the kinks as of today. This'll be a push.

Trying, not crying, done.