Night On The Town

Last night went from a night on the sofa to a night on the town pretty fast!
I was sat there eating my pie and mash when my phone buzzed from my friend Anna saying that because all the boyfriends were out, we deserved to be out too.

I dressed plainly with jeans, cami, heels and nude blazer with dramatic make-up and a high pony and stepped out into the icy air, into my other friend Kirsten's car and off to hers for prinking!

After a few rounds of shithead and a couple of glasses of vodka mixers, we made our way into town via taxi.

I do remember last night...vaguely.

I danced a lot, I told the chip man he was a liar, I made the taxi driver promise not to pick up the boyfriends because they were 'd**kheads' and promised to write a complaint letter to the cocktail bar about our 45 minute wait for the Porn Star Martini.

I'm shameful, I know.

I blame it on the vodka, and the Malibu and the Martini.

Speak Soon When I Have Nursed My Hangover With A Sunday Roast

Little English