Me and my freaky dancin' shoes

So, more drinking on a school night last night, yet strangely enough I felt fine this morning. No hangover. Only slightly dehydrated. It's amazing. I can remember a dozen of those 330 bottles of Grolsch and a double vodka and coke, yet I was up early this morning.

I was out with my ex and Demise last night to celebrate the fact that they didn't have to work today. Good night, although my love of 80s music is fading somewhat. I feel slightly guilty about egging on some kid who was trying to pull my ex, even though he didn't seem to have much of a chance and was in fact pissing her off a little, but not too guilty; she had neglected to tell me that Demise had invited some other guy out with the intention of pulling him.

Later . . .