Sex?
On Wednesday in London, Lisa, Josh, and I went with Jimmy (our tour guide) and his friend William to a club. I had a lot of fun. Lisa had a lot of fun too, but was also weirded out by the creepy old guys there and just the fact that she was out of her usual bubble. And there was a creepy Indian guy who kept following me around trying to dance with me. Lisa and/or Josh had to save me from him at least five times, and he just would not get the hint. Although I did enjoy dancing with the hot Parisian boys (with the roaming hands). I was relatively drunk after a cosmopolitan and two rum and Cokes (but not drunk enough to forget that our 34-year-old tour guide [and various others] smacked my ass), and when I was getting my third rum and Coke (although I couldn't remember at the time whether it was my second or third) I started having trouble counting out the right amount of money. Those damn Brits and all their stupid coins. A guy standing next to me offered to help me count the money, and I said I was okay, but he continued to talk to me. He asked me if I did ecstasy at home, and I said no, so he offered me some...