Phhwwwoooooaaaaaaarrr

Wowzer last night was fantastic in an oh fuck who the fuck gave me tequila kinda way.

The Rundown...
-It involved partying with the French rugby team. A workmate walked past me in the club and said "I love you, and now I'm going to take this French boy home. At least I think he's French..."
-I decided very early on that I could be Superman because I ran home from work, got changed, walked in absurd shoes to the bar I was meeting boy at in less than 10 minutes.
-Sorted stuff out with boy. The convo went
him: "So... are you interested in this going further?"
me: "Uh... no. I tried, but I don't see you in that way. But you're really nice"
him: "Yeah, I just wanted to set things straight. Let's still spoon."
So yays it worked.
-Requesting Dizzee Rascal 4 times before the DJ told me to stop requesting.
-Singing along almost word for word to Drop it like it's Hot. They played a lot of Snoop.
-Going to the farewell party of a Scottish lesbian I met the night I took e
-Watching boy restrain Rochelle as she tried to jump into the bucket fountain.

And today, I finished my slides. And I'm only moderately hungover.

Also, my scarf is longer than my legs now. While this isn't really hard, it's still exciting. I wish people would read this so I'd feel like it was less pointless. I also wish I had a sandwich.