When is a knot not a knot?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I hate it when LJ eats my posts! *scowls* I just wrote a fricking ESSAY about... well, not a lot really, just last night... and now I have to do it ALL AGAIN! Grrrrrrrrr.
To be fair, I probably wont bother. It was a good night out. Mission not exactly completed, but can't say there weren't a few pretty silly haired men there. None who'd inspire me to hide behind a shelf and text Liv twice, mind, but nice enough scenery for a fun night out. The night was hampered as a whole by the fact I was abso-fucking-lutely shattered by the time I left the Dev Cat (possibly something to do with the pint of Diamond Lil in 10 mins... Saxon Ciders beat my pink tablets for sleepiness value!) so it was a bit of an ordeal getting through the first couple of hours. Who knows, on another day, with more food inside me and more sleep, maybe the mission would have been more sucessful. But that's a challenge for another day.
Time to go home and see how Liv's doing. I'm thinking it was probably the cheap, nasty wine followed by cider followed by vodka (and a couple mouthfuls of beer) that's caused the ridiculous hangover she's having. I wasn't too spritely this morning and I wasn't THAT drunk (no, really!), but she's... not well. Ad supposed to be in work now. I'm gonna cook a post drunk fry up when I get in, and see if that stays in. *puts on nurse emmaaa hat. Then the dress because it's been ages since she wore it*
OOOOOoooh, speaking of dresses, I tried the black balldress I'm wearing at Carnival on for the first time since... last formal? And IT'S TOO BIG! Size fucking 8 and it's too big. Well, not around the waist, in fact, it fits pretty damn near perfectly now. But I swear to god there can't be many size 8's around with boobs that would fill this dress. I wouldn't care, but it's a non-bra dress too, so added to my new bra shopping (seem to have lost enough shoulder to warrent going down to a 34C) I have to buy ENORMOUS sticky cup things. Euuurgh!
Oh, and "When it's not". He he!
To be fair, I probably wont bother. It was a good night out. Mission not exactly completed, but can't say there weren't a few pretty silly haired men there. None who'd inspire me to hide behind a shelf and text Liv twice, mind, but nice enough scenery for a fun night out. The night was hampered as a whole by the fact I was abso-fucking-lutely shattered by the time I left the Dev Cat (possibly something to do with the pint of Diamond Lil in 10 mins... Saxon Ciders beat my pink tablets for sleepiness value!) so it was a bit of an ordeal getting through the first couple of hours. Who knows, on another day, with more food inside me and more sleep, maybe the mission would have been more sucessful. But that's a challenge for another day.
Time to go home and see how Liv's doing. I'm thinking it was probably the cheap, nasty wine followed by cider followed by vodka (and a couple mouthfuls of beer) that's caused the ridiculous hangover she's having. I wasn't too spritely this morning and I wasn't THAT drunk (no, really!), but she's... not well. Ad supposed to be in work now. I'm gonna cook a post drunk fry up when I get in, and see if that stays in. *puts on nurse emmaaa hat. Then the dress because it's been ages since she wore it*
OOOOOoooh, speaking of dresses, I tried the black balldress I'm wearing at Carnival on for the first time since... last formal? And IT'S TOO BIG! Size fucking 8 and it's too big. Well, not around the waist, in fact, it fits pretty damn near perfectly now. But I swear to god there can't be many size 8's around with boobs that would fill this dress. I wouldn't care, but it's a non-bra dress too, so added to my new bra shopping (seem to have lost enough shoulder to warrent going down to a 34C) I have to buy ENORMOUS sticky cup things. Euuurgh!
Oh, and "When it's not". He he!