People in England party a lot. I’m not much of a partier at home and when I do I generally am the sober sitter for the night. Last night was the second time I made the stupid choice to stay out until 4am when I’m fully aware of the fact that I have class at 9. We went out for dinner at Jamie Oliver’s restaurant in Guildford for a birthday dinner for one of the girls/Valentines day and then we went to a piano bar and danced and drank and danced and drank and danced and drank. It was a fun night but as you can probably tell from the glasses and the coffee cup that is unable to be pried from my hands it was a rough morning afterwards.
We’re going out tonight too. My feet hurt just thinking about it.
