I'm not so sure this is a good idea...

The other day I got really drunk. Not too drunk - well actually that's up for debate, but I was drunk enough that I had lost all inhibitions. I went out with an old friend who is heading abroad for a while, we were supposed to be doing the London tourist things like the tourist bus, London Eye, taking in a show and eating at an Aberdeen Angus steak house. Well, OK, maybe not the last one, even tourists should know better than that.

But we ended up going shopping and getting drunk. We went to Uni-Qlo, or however they spell it where I bought some new jeans and my friend sweated a lot. I think it was the lighting...and the hangover from the day before. Then we went to Stock Pot and had an omlette and chips.

This is where things go a little awry. (I've never used that word before, so if anyone feels like letting me know if I used it correctly it would be much appreciated.)

We sat outside the Three Greyhounds on Old Compton Street and drank two bottles of wine. By the end of it we had my tinny phone playing Kylie and we were doing dance moves and singing. I think we provided much entertainment for the tourists. It was kind of tragic.

Then we migrated to G-A-Y bar by which time I can't remember anything. I bought us a bottle of wine and then Paul disappeared. I sat in the entrance and started talking to randoms. I also saw this guy who I slept with when I very first came out. All I can remember is that he shaved his body which was gross and although he was in no way a model, he had modelling shots on his wall. Apparently he had paid for them himself. *sigh*

But he had his dog with him on Friday which kept trying to hump his leg and everyone was staring out of awkwardness. It was very weird. Then I was about to go in a find Paul when I caught the eye of some guy sitting on his own. I went and said hello but before I knew it I had undone his jeans and I had my hand down his pants...only he wasn't wearing pants.

Then i suggested we go to the toilets. We went downstairs straight past the guy who hands you hand towels and offers you aftershave and into a cubicle. He said, 'Hey, you can't do that here!' So we left the mens and went into the womens...

This was at 7 o'clock Friday evening.

After this I hung out and bumped into this guy I vaguely know. I hung out with him for ages and shamelessly came on to him. Then his boyfriend arrived. I hope I stopped then, although I couldn't be sure.

Then everything is a bit blank. I bumped into my friend later who had fallen asleep, I also remember dancing on my own quite a lot. But then I went to Sauna bar in Covent Garden and sat in the jacuzzi. It wasn't long before I was getting off with some guy in there. We started fooling around and then a third and fourth guy were getting in on the action too. We moved to a cubicle and finished the job in there.

I went to find my friend back in Soho. I found him outside The Edge and we talked about the evening. But I don't remember much. After about ten minutes some guy passed us and I blatantly checked him out. He came back and hung out with us for a bit. Then he said he had driven into town and offered me a lift home. Faced with the option of that or the hellish nightbus I figured I might just take him up on the offer.

So we drove back to West Hampstead and I gave him a quick kiss goodbye.

That was my Friday night.

I spent Saturday hungover, smelling of chlorine and feeling like a skank.