Well well well, antother lovely hungover-day defeated, and am currently looking forward to my bed.
Last night we had a big houseparty with way too much wine, but really good fun.
Went with some to a club downtown, and managed to get in after negotiating with security for about 15 minutes. Reason: I'm not 24, I'm 23 and a half.. But, I'm blonde, swedish and most important: girl. It's helpful sometimes. This time though I think I could've done perfectly well not getting in. Big place meat market style, packed with drunk people, crap music and just generally depressing. Plus I was too drunk myself. I sympathized with the barman who had to serve vodka through a gun, where he pressed the key and the exact amount of alcohol dropped into the glass. No shots behind the managers back there! Poor bastard. Tipped him a little extra.
When the place closed I decided to be pissed off with people, especially the drunken kind, bought a chicken kebab and walked the 5kms home alone. Good for quality thinking time (and for burning off that massive kebab I'd just devoured... :)).
Happy days to all of you!