alcohol fueled midnight munchies last night = missing half a pomegranete and pineapple meringue this morning. went out last night with friends and drank to my recent arrival into singledom. lots of salsa involved, not just in the huge pile of nachos we (well mainly moi) devoured in wetherspoons but later on the dance floor with my gay best friend to ricky martin... i know??!! so after gazing at hot men (through chardonnay tinted glasses) and pretending i have an ounce on talent in the art of salsa dancing i arrived home.... hungry.
work was uneventful today... usual sunday hangover (although distinctly improved on last week's) but a second monthful of jalopenos in twenty four hours (nachos being the first) suddenly brought my brain back to life. trying to get home however was extrememly eventful, particularly the entertaining stand-off between a crowd of boozy loudmouths and a poor, terribly well spoken geeky type trying to quieten them. so not only was I and my fellow train audience stuck on a train being quietly amused but we were actually stuck... yep the driver hadn't even bothered to show up. when i finally managed to board a train that had some means of making it leave the station, I endured thirty minutes of a little boy pulling funny faces at me in the window whilst trying gain a bit of the sleep i lost last night... ah well sleep can wait, little boy seemed to be having much fun.
decided to forfit gym for yet more sleep, or as is more my style; falling asleep on the sofa whilst watching rubbish television, claming that i am actually awake and do not need to ascend the stairs and actually go to bed. so that meringue is not going to be worked off on the treadmill just yet... maybe i should attempt the salsa again, would be more more fun.
