Am I Suspended in Gaffa?

Tonight, I'm going over to Vanja's (the platonic soulmate) – not to be confused with better half Kristine, friend of 20 years. I professed I shouldn't, can't spend any money, so she promised to ply me with whiskey and bad German liqueur. When I asked when to come over she answered with a picture of the bottles stacked on her couch. I needed no more incentives. Siri will join us after work, which can lead to no good. Siri going out tends to result in godforsaken hangovers and tequila sponsored by random men. I plan to catch the night bus home, but that might not happen.

Now I'm doing everything except analysing poetry. Planning the New York trip (trying to convince myself we should not go out, and failing so badly. I can't not sip Martinis in NYC!), painting my nails with very little success. I might have to invest in a black, backless dress and some ridiculous new heels; I'd rather pay for that than drinks, really. And I have no scruples with traipsing around. But what do I wear tonight?

Sorry, I just turned into a useless girl. I am reading and thinking, discussing and plotting, but most of it concerns Norwegian politics and that isn't very interesting.

Am I Suspended in Gaffa?

Tonight, I'm going over to Vanja's (the platonic soulmate) – not to be confused with better half Kristine, friend of 20 years. I professed I shouldn't, can't spend any money, so she promised to ply me with whiskey and bad German liqueur. When I asked when to come over she answered with a picture of the bottles stacked on her couch. I needed no more incentives. Siri will join us after work, which can lead to no good. Siri going out tends to result in godforsaken hangovers and tequila sponsored by random men. I plan to catch the night bus home, but that might not happen.

Now I'm doing everything except analysing poetry. Planning the New York trip (trying to convince myself we should not go out, and failing so badly. I can't not sip Martinis in NYC!), painting my nails with very little success. I might have to invest in a black, backless dress and some ridiculous new heels; I'd rather pay for that than drinks, really. And I have no scruples with traipsing around. But what do I wear tonight?

Sorry, I just turned into a useless girl. I am reading and thinking, discussing and plotting, but most of it concerns Norwegian politics and that isn't very interesting.