Sick night out.
Got drunk on homemade watermelon martini and mojitos in my best mates garden for her 21st birthday. Saw a lot of old friends that I don’t see any more which was ace, and made good friends with people I knew but never really got to know.
Then went to Jenx in Blackpool after - which I didn’t enjoy as much cause the music was too cheesy for me, but the ace company made it all okay.
Alas, as everyone else went home, I refused, and dragged some friends along and the night continued with dancing for hours in local gay bar flamingo which played some good dance tracks and was open till 6am.
Shoes came off and sitting in the middle of empty roads was a privilege I don’t get to take advantage of in London.
Then to the nearest 24 hour mcdonalds for the standard sausage and egg mcmuffin and walking along Blackpool prom for a little look at the sea and the tower.
Then taxied home for a power nap because I was too drunk to sleep properly. A couple of hours later, mum arrives and makes me a brew and a bacon butty. Now. Hours on, I’m blogging this as I lick a watermelon ice lolly made from yesterdays martini left overs.
I love my life.