Keep Calm and Carry On

Went to a friend's 21st bash last night. Dinner in a very posh french restaurant. It was such a laugh. 25 people seated around a huge table with lots of alcohol.

I was sitting next to a couple of girls I've met a couple of times before. One of them, I'll call Gemma, has the most deliciously dirty laugh I've ever heard. I have quite a filthy laugh too. So as you can imagine, once the wine started to flow, there was no stopping either of us. My friend, whose birthday it was, asked the room at large who'd let us sit together...

And the waiter! Oh, the waiter! He was french and his accent made me go weak at the kness (though surpisingly stiff in other areas). Gemma and I then had a loud conversation about how to say Come! Sit on my face! or Excuse me! Could I please bite your bum? in french. It think it's probably just as well we didn't know. We got as far as sur ma visage but that was it.

There was a slew of ex boyfriends there too. So that was nice and awkward. Especially as one of them had his new older, scary, boyfriend with him.

Never mind.

After the meal we had planned to go uptown to a swanky club, but it had got to about 11pm by the time we got to the train station and someone pointed out that the club would probably be on 'one in, one out' by that stage, so we'd be queuing for ages.

So we just went to a nearby bar and got drunker.

Which was nice.