Right now, I'm pretty much waiting. Waiting for the proofreaders to get back to me on any changes for the book. Waiting for girls in res to finish their exams so I at least have a reason to go out and get cut. Waiting for fest to start, and Cue to get rolling.
The Rat and Friars were really packed last night - I was a bit too sober for this kind of a squeeze, and the shennanigans that come with it.
Jenny introduced me to the "Jenny-Fahker" - a shot of gold tequila followed by a shot of OJ.
Reminds me of drinking tequila and OJ mix straight from the plastic bottle, sitting in Ian's boot outside of Brollocks.
Watched two utterly hammered brunettes fall over, once as we came in, once as we went into the Mouse and Budgie for a table, and once in front of us as we left to go dancing in Friar Tucks.
Went halvies on a box of cigarettes, which sits barely touched in my bag now.
Danced to early Michael Jackson in high boots. Feet are consequently sore.
On the way home, avoided the rain by running into Mr Burger. This was a good time for a strawberry milkshake.
Got into bed at 3, read two sentences of a People article on Brad and Jen.
Got up at 1pm.
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