there was kissing, and there were frogs

here's a Weekend Recap.

Friday night was spent at Heart and Soul, where i attended an event organised by the uni's Oriental Society. didn't have much to drink (mostly because i didn't have much money) and was (proudly) sober. really. there was a whole lot of Chinese people, and (thankfully) a few not-so-Chinese people, one of whom was a guy called Craig, who was not so sober. although he refused to pimp McDonald's for me and left me alone at a table full of drunk football fans who thought i was French, he wasn't really all that bad. besides, he had the gum i liked.

Saturday night was galpal Bex's Birthday Bash in Manchester. i'd love to tell you all about Creepy RedBull Guy, The Australian, and how i gave my number to the wrong guy; but unfortunately i'm bound by a "Whatever Happened in Manchester Stays in Manchester" pact that i made with the girls (although i think that pact serves to my benefit a lot more than it does the others). what i can tell you is that :
[1] deep subconscious needs were met
[2] he was not a drooly kisser
[3] apparently weed is now called "chicken"
[4] i'm glad there were no rose bushes around

side-note : does anyone know who Lulu / Lele / Layla / Lily Chen / Chieng / Chan from SSB is ? i can't seem to translate Australian very well when i'm dead drunk.