overdue! note: i am not pregnant

What better time to write an overdue blog then on the first night of daylight savings when all the people who are affected are fucking annoyed its screwed up their sleeping routine.

Another reason to write another blog... My my life got a wee bit exciting and by wee I don’t mean I got really drunk urinated on myself or any urinating related stories I mean little. Little bit exciting! Yes, I have been living with the Irish too long.

It all started when I got a text from a good friend informing me she was down and she was contemplating going out… At that stage I was perched in front of the tv in my comfy pants and possibly not wearing bra. The classy bird that is me on a Friday night.

I thought no 21 year old girl should be sitting there plan less. Actually that’s a lie – I had organised dinner with a close friend that night which completely slipped my mind as hers… and then we continued on with a discussion about how old we are.

That somewhat inspired me. I found myself craving a horribly drunken night out… You know the one that’s decided ten minutes before leaving and ends up being a fantastic night.

The night got interesting from the get go. The “cab driver incident” that many of you took the time out to like as I spent a good 5 minute writing the status with my fat thumbs on my touch screen phone…

Is it wrong to quote myself? Because I definitely thought I was funny. Okay I will!

“That awkward moment when you order 3 cabs cos you don’t think they are coming and they come all at once at start hurling abuse at each other... Sorry guys I didn't think the first two worked.”

So from the bottom of my heart I am sorry to the two drivers I did not get in the cab with.  I wish I did though, my guy was “cray”(that’s the word kids are using these days isn't it?) and aggressive…Which made it unfortunate when 2 hours later I flagged down a random cab and it was the same guy.

So my night out with my hot friend found me watching all the boys flock to the her and how many ways she could turn them down. I guess we can’t all be hot, but I was thoroughly enjoying the entertainment all the same. What a fox!

Actually I lie…There was a metro sexual, short, wog boy who fell in love with me, making looks the entire night with not actually saying one word to me. Well...until he had to. When we nearly bumped into each other walking to the toilet. I can’t remember what he said exactly but like my Mum taught me - if you can’t remember must have been a lie… So I guess he wasn't sorry? What an arse!

I did however have a bit of luck. He will be known as the check shirt man from Sydney. He was good – his friend was far more charismatic but he was better looking. So I thought about it and decided lets be shallow and snog the cutie. Turns out the cutie kisses fine. The issue I have with fine … is it’s not great. Oh well that’ll teach me to be shallow. I hope he enjoyed the races Sunday - in the rain.

P.s - I would like to wish a good friend and a great yetti a very Happy Birthday!

YOUR THE BEST, RACHI METS xx