Blee blee blee

:D

I really miss girls' nights out with my Derry buddehs when I'm away. Even if half of the night did consist of trying to figure out which pub or club to settle in.

The Metro was shite. Henceforth I dub it the Shite-ro. A guy hit me with a bottle... luckily not hard enough to do damage - just enough to make me look up from where I was picking up a coat and go "FUCK!" into his fairly comically surprised face.

This was followed by trying to figure out whether to call bouncers on him (he had a few other black marks against him before hitting me), then failing to find him when we did decide to get one.

We headed to Shauna and Joanne's flat and spent the next four hours drinking Lambrini or whatever you call the cheap stuff in big bottles and talking about interesting things such as why you yawn or giggle or want to eat when someone else is doing these things (I believe it was covered in Neuro under social conditioning). This was followed shortly after by me yawning, Claire yawning, me laughing at Claire's yawning, Claire laughing too, me responding to Claire's yawn and yawning too...(repeat about 6 times and you get the idea).

Interesting night. Too much cheap wine.

Late.

Bed.

Now.