Three weeks in and the storm has yet to run rampage! I have danced through the desert with The Spice Girls as my theme tune. No seriously – I went to a 90s nightclub the other night and stayed completely dry! The proof is in the drinking:
I actually found that I had a better night than usual! I wasn’t tired, I didn’t end the night throwing up or looking like a bedraggled cavewoman, Reeeeeeesult! However, I did find that I wasn’t my usual ghetto booty-shakin self, nor was I confident enough to walk up to the resident fitty and tell him I thought just that. But it was my last girls night in London and boys really weren’t on the agenda!
My schedule is hitting me with another test this weekend – my friend’s 21st birthday party, in a house, dressed as a mermaid. The tipple is a tempting blanket, though I am sure it won’t be necessary as the company will be fabulous!
One week to go, stay strong!