theres a difference between bitching and the facts..

ended up at onesix on saturday night.

this weekend has been by far the best weekend in weeks. it was the best time at onesix i've had since imma's birthday - no headaches, no sore legs, no drama, just a huge itching to dance. i felt comfortable with myself. partly because i was so hideously trashed. 2 red wines, 1 stella (or was that two?), 3 jager-bombs and 3 bottles of champagne (split between 5) - and then a glass of red when i got home. love it.

met a couple while there. lovely. susanna, my god, so beautiful, so wise and so witty. at least i thought she was. i really couldn't understand a lot of what she was saying, but for the bits that i did catch, she cracked me up.

oh well. i'm sure dean or imma will blog the night, i really can't be bothered at the moment. too tired.