Happy New Year
Despite my internal reluctance, I ended up going out for New Years, as I've done for the past three years. Luckily I managed to coerce my friend into going to a local place instead of attempting to navigate our way to a central London club. It wasn't too bad in the end. I had planned to restrain my drinking, mostly because I really can't deal with hangovers anymore. But when you know someone on the bar who turns your double vodka's into triples and quadruples, I ended up on the more intoicated side of tipsy. At this point, enter stage right, one of my mum's work collagues who is also drunk. I spent the first five minutes of seeing him with a face like a blow up doll. Aside from that I don't remember much which is worrying considering the stories my mum tells me of her work. Oh well. I think the most shaming part of the whole thing is just the fact that I was partying with my mums work collegue, even if he is like late 20s.
New Years Resolutions
I suck at resolutions (both making and keeping them) but off the top of my head.
- Volunteer at a library and attempt to get onto a library graduate scheme.
- Be more a bit more cultural and take advantage of the A Night Less Ordinary scheme
- Move out into a lovely little flat in Soho/Covent Garden (Okay, this is more of a wish than anything)
- Cook and bake more.
- Livejournal more.
New Years Resolutions
I suck at resolutions (both making and keeping them) but off the top of my head.
- Volunteer at a library and attempt to get onto a library graduate scheme.
- Be more a bit more cultural and take advantage of the A Night Less Ordinary scheme
- Move out into a lovely little flat in Soho/Covent Garden (Okay, this is more of a wish than anything)
- Cook and bake more.
- Livejournal more.