Sleeping In The Car..

was thankfully something I didn't have to do tonight.

And I'll tell you why later. But first, I'll tell you about tonight.

Twas a good night, it was.

Hit Bings! with Moobies who was ever so nice to buy me a drink (though technically I just didn't pay him). Caramel ice blended coffee does so give me the sugar 'lift' I need considering I'm not quite used to not getting my daily 8 hours worth of sleep and was feeling quite pooped. That plus a massive amount of pinching and poking the much lovable Moobs who repeatedly told me how great I was boosted my ego immensely.

After an hour's worth of therapy from him, my dear high school slackandsleepduringaddmaths mate, the Mic with the H thus Mich finally showed up, and much gossiping took place.

Mich - thou shalt not covet my bosom. Thy bosom art ample enough.

Sex stories were the highlight. I felt honestly stupid I tell you. My being the eldest (and fairest) of all, and yet nothing to share. Thank goodness for all those trashy love novels I read when I was young and stupid and didn't know what good literature was. That plus all the 'sharing' sessions that I've had with numerous pals who've had plenty of action.

Those who have had experience, tell me it's not worth the emotional trauma. Oddest thing though is that I tell myself that too. Is it right to not have experienced something, and yet judge/ discuss it?

Digressed.

Night progressed. After much effort, I finished one beer. Ick. Beer is Ick. And it makes you fat too.

We then strolled across the road to a chinese health food place (that opens in the middle of the night, how ironic eh?) and had healthy things to eat.

In the midst of all the jabber, my wiser self that had been hidden under all the make up suddenly remembered that I might not have brought a house key.

Discreetly I rummaged through my bag, my wallet, and in the packet of tissue i had.

2.15am.

No key found. Parents asleep. One conclusion.

Sleep in dad's car.

Kind Moobs was a tad worried. I was too, honestly speaking.

What if some thief came, saw me in the car and was captivated by my beauty and my funky hair?

Opened the gate, went into the compound so as not to worry Moobs and waited til his car left before I peeked into the window.

What are the chances that the one night I didn't bring my key (well, this is only the second time), my brother was up awake sneakily playing games on the computer without my parents' knowledge.

Thank heavens for rebellious brothers.

Someone loves me.
(shut up Moobs/Mich)

I do too!