Dear Lord ...
Last night, was, shall we say, interesting, to say the least. Packed room of incredibly drunk people ... cheap (very cheap) beer. Utter insanity.
One cute girl was *trolleyed* and staggering around randomly, always with another fresh pint ... she was very sick, and we convinced her to get the hell out and go home. She told Charlie as she left that if she wasn't so drunk she'd go for him. Nice one.
I shared a fantastic moment with a young man called Feann - he furnished me with advice on the procurement of the ladies - he was a little incoherent, so I am not sure what his approach involved other than beer and an insipid pony tail. Unfortunately, in practice his technique appeared largely unsuccessful and the girls didn't seem to be responding very favourably.
Upon finding my age, he did tell me that I looked no more than 24 and asked if I used moisturiser. My boyish charms and good looks belie the wisodm of my years.
Gorgeous group of Suicide -Type Girls arrived, which was a relief ... the rest of the crwod wasn't quite my scene. One girl in particular was gobsmackingly gorgeous and had the most amazing sleeve work. But anyway ... I am not a software engineer because of my scintilating social skills, so I was too scared to talk to anyone. Lol ... you'd think I would have grown out of teenage-ish confusion by now.
Charlie left me at about 1 saying he was going to find his bike and ride home ... and he sent me a text this morning saying that he actually passed out near his bike and was woken up by some Japanese students this morning.
I, needless to say, wasn't quite that drunk.
Last night, was, shall we say, interesting, to say the least. Packed room of incredibly drunk people ... cheap (very cheap) beer. Utter insanity.
One cute girl was *trolleyed* and staggering around randomly, always with another fresh pint ... she was very sick, and we convinced her to get the hell out and go home. She told Charlie as she left that if she wasn't so drunk she'd go for him. Nice one.
I shared a fantastic moment with a young man called Feann - he furnished me with advice on the procurement of the ladies - he was a little incoherent, so I am not sure what his approach involved other than beer and an insipid pony tail. Unfortunately, in practice his technique appeared largely unsuccessful and the girls didn't seem to be responding very favourably.
Upon finding my age, he did tell me that I looked no more than 24 and asked if I used moisturiser. My boyish charms and good looks belie the wisodm of my years.
Gorgeous group of Suicide -Type Girls arrived, which was a relief ... the rest of the crwod wasn't quite my scene. One girl in particular was gobsmackingly gorgeous and had the most amazing sleeve work. But anyway ... I am not a software engineer because of my scintilating social skills, so I was too scared to talk to anyone. Lol ... you'd think I would have grown out of teenage-ish confusion by now.
Charlie left me at about 1 saying he was going to find his bike and ride home ... and he sent me a text this morning saying that he actually passed out near his bike and was woken up by some Japanese students this morning.
I, needless to say, wasn't quite that drunk.