i've had one of those nights. you know the nights where you go to your big boss's farewell and they thank you for all of your hard work. and you know that she has no idea whatsoever what work you have done or do. but you don't mind really because there is beer. and fruit kebabs.

and then you think "it is six thirty, time to go and study" so you get your bag on. tell someone who you adore that they should go home too. and then as they leave you get caught up in a conversation and you realise that it is eight o'clock and they have left and you are still there. eating fruit kebabs and talking about which boys are hot and which boys aren't with your two sidekicks.

then you get talking to a boy who smells wonderful and who is single. and who tells you you look like katie holmes.**

(here i am right now as i sit typing. i so look like i've just given birth to the spawn of the cruise)

then you get cold. suddenly very very cold. and no amount of hiding beer from boys and making them beg for it warms you up. you try to get a boy to give you his jacket. but forcing them to offer is no fun. so you leave your friend flirting in the corner to one of the boys that got on the hot rather than the not list. and get in a taxi.

then you speak to one of my bestest friends on the phone the entire length of the taxi ride and for the next fifteen minutes. then you go online and blog about the experience.

i've had one of those nights.

** i am making an inference here. what he actually said was that his type of girl was the katie holmes type. dark haired and cute. HELLO. what am i exactly? hence he was telling me i reminded him of katie holmes.