Last time I went to bed: Saturday morning at 6am
Units of alcohol consumed, on average each night since Thursday: 18
My body feels battered and bruised.
Last night's party started at the Arts Club, clad in a blonde afro and false lashes, go-go boots and a black sheath dress with the Gorgeous and Ms R, progressed to Doolin's , a series of bars later with the dashing young Birch and friends, and ended with us laying on the beach and watching the sun come up over the Burrard Inlet. A dash back home to have brunch with my parents meant that somehow I seem to have missed out on going to bed yesterday and my bed is calling.
The weekend has passed by in hangovers and vodka induced fugs, a date with Esoteric, inappropriate snogging, 70's parties, a severe lack of sleep and more fun than I have had in a long time.
It appears Mme Mojo has awoken, taken interest in our surroundings and decided to come back out.
I am not so sure I can handle her.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
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4 comments:
Oh dear, we need pictures!! (After you rest, of course - but only for one hour!)
Girl.. when do you laze? I'm just curious.. You are always out and about.. sans camera, mind you. Do take the photo ops that come your way and share already!
Oh well, I ummm... slept last night. Today was a struggle.
Oh... and the camera stays put. There should never be evidence.... ;o)
I'm just sayin.. when WE go out, there WILL be PLENTY of evidence.. at least on my blog sister.. so beware. ;)
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