Same Game

God Save The Queen; Rawhide party 11 days before the exams = the right thing to do. $250 later and I'm not so sure, but the night was a long one, Alcopops are expensive (classy though) and Rawhide is different when you're chemically altered in a sea of naked men.

You think that turning up on your own is a great idea in case you pick up but having unmet expectations is not cool. For me clubbing is a conscious decision to bare yourself - whether you're gorgeous or gross, wasted or sober; everybody is watching, judging, selecting and eliminating. Things-I-Do-To-Feel-Precious

But today I was determined to have wicked fun, and so I did.

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For a moment there I felt conscious I was dancing alone but god saved this queen - chemicals knocked me back and the podium was all mine for 7hrs. The effect carried on till the afterparty; a quick KFC with, of all people, ryan, before snubbing him.

The comedown was a bit rougher - it was my turn to get snubbed. Dxnixl reckons I was pushing my youth in-their-face. Either way people started avoiding eye contact, turning their backs to me, giving me the evil-eye. So just like Lacey Chabert (Gretchen) in Mean Girls, I shot back the look of "I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular..."

I know, right?

Cab home all by myself. I had a lovely night.

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Me: "Why did we ever stop coming here"
D: "Because everybody started"

My "Sex and the City" moment in Globe. But a hearty Spanish Breakfast followed by Borders is a welcome return to society. Dxnixl is always holding my hand (or me on a leash, whichever is more romantic) which stops me from falling hard after a trashy night out. Sometimes I wonder how I'd ever stand up again if not for his constance. And to top it off he cooked me spag bol for dinner. I now feel the need to be punched every time I nag about the dishes :/