❅ i was determined to turn over a new leaf in 2011, since the wedding countdown has reached the five month point, and i'd already composed a mental list of new years resolutions, the three main ones being:
1) quit junk food (in particular chocolate)
2) minimum of four gym workouts a week (including spinning classes, which everyone warns me is vomitously hard, but very effective)
3) less binge drinking...
i had high hopes for the feeling this fresh new life would bring me... i imagined the new me: glowing with good health and happiness, sporting a trim gym-body, feeling fit and agile like a wild animal and free from post-alcohol depression and anxiety...
however, due to my pathetic lack of will power, in just the fifth hour of the new year i was already pissed on champagne and gorging columbian chocolates at our after-work party.
new years eve at the club was so much fun, even though we were working... i had some really friendly VIP guests, i danced around on the VIP sofa on the countdown, popping streamers, and received a million happy-new-year hugs and kisses from all my lovely colleagues.... and of course, i was with jerry, which is always nice.
after the club closed we all stayed back to drink champagne and dance until 7am.
jerry's swedish friend My and her girlfriend were visiting from barcelona and came to stay with us yesterday. we went out with them and sandy, one of our bosses, for a thai dinner, drinks at a cocktail bar and then partying at a club called 'egg' near our house. my is the most hilarious person and had me in tears of laughter all night, doing her party-trick boob-dance, making hilarious swenglish comments, trying to do fanny farts in the elevator, pretending to be a famous russian singer (and making me pretend to be russian as well) to a group of guys at egg who's private table we wanted to steal, and telling us hilarious stories about her wacky friend who threw a pooh in a hot-dog roll on a roof to watch it melt, and carried a raw steak to a club in her handbag to pull out and slap a guys face with.
we got home at 7am again, totally smashed, and slept 3-in-the bed with sandy who i woke in the morning by accidentally spilling a glass of water all over. we wallowed all day at home in our filthy hangovers while sandy had to go to work, the poor thing.
so anyway i've decided i'm going to start the new years resolutions as of tomorrow :o)....
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