i always find that it is best to have no regrets about nights on the town. i mean, i've had regrets. but usually due to inaction. rather than my actions themselves.

anyway tonight at this function some dude was talking to me and was like: anyway, we all know that you stay out until three in the morning. dancing with boys. and i'm all like? OH MY GOD YOU WERE THERE I FORGOT.

it is not scandalous, my dancing, if you know me and the boys involved. however to an outsider all that hugging and kissing could have been misinterpreted. especially as it was a colleague. who i was standing next to at the time of the oh so friendly reminder about my awesome dancing. so, in short, now i can never work in this town again.


not that i care. you know how turkey has this special chemical that makes you sleepy? well, i think whitebait has this special chemical that makes you love the world. like e or something but with more eggs and butter (because obviously the best way to eat whitebait is in fritter format). i thought that tonight when at ten o'clock i was in aro valley eating whitebait and dissecting every word of the evening, except the whole comment about how i dance until three with boys ('cos i'm repressing the tone etc... but if i were dissecting i'd correct him. it was more like four, hello).

now i'm home. blissed out on whitebait, but unable to sleep due to the fact tomorrow night i will get my gay rock slash easy listening star on and head to the stadium for elton john oh six. ie the event of the century.