On the town.

The consumption of alcohol is a funny thing. When heading out to Northbridge I go out of my way to ensure I am sufficiently intoxicated so that I can lose all inhibitions and spend the night dancing like I don't have a care in the world. It's funny because the negatives of a night out always seem to mount up, yet the option to go out always wins. On one hand drinking causes me to usually act like somewhat of an idiot and always causes a hang over where I feel like I am dying. On the other hand I get to be out with my friends and truely enjoy myself. So really, no contest drinking always wins. I am not one of those people who can go out with out drinking, I never have been. I don't like Northbridge, I don't really like nightclubs and I certainly am not one to dance sober. So I find a sober night out is never a good one, but the a hang over less Saturday is always nice. The way I justify it is I don't go out often, so if I do go out I want to make the most of it.

I found myself last night a little bit out of my element. I was without my usual 'partner in crime' who is pretty much a security blanket when I go out. I had the best night though, most likely because I didn't care, I was just there to have a good night and dance. It's funny isn't it, when you make last minute plans, when you spend 15 minutes getting ready and you do pretty much nothing to your hair you usually have the best nights. As we used to say good photos usually lead to a bad night and no photos lead to a good night. So obviously, last night there was a strict no photo policy which paid off well. I will also mention a not so funny 'war' story of my night. A tall, slender and highly intoxicated blonde girl who could barely take two steps any time I saw her managed to step on my foot (I was not wearing heels because as previously mentioned, I didn't care) with her sky high stiletto heel. At the time obviously it hurt alot, yet in my intoxicated state failed to feel the full pain of the injury. This morning on the other hand, my foot is swollen, grazed and bruised...I actually think I can see the perfect imprint of her heel on my foot. So thank you mysterious drunken blonde girl, I have a feeling I am going to have this injury for a while. In your defense, you were very tall and those heels were even taller and you were very intoxicated...so really it's not your fault, but still.

It never matters how good of a night out I have, the best thing is coming home to that lovely boyfriend of mine, not to mention the bacon and eggs he always makes me for breakfast the next day. I am so lucky to have a boy who is so amazing.