It's 5am

Do you know where your brain is?

I have not been so covered in lipstick since I was whoring around at the Catwalk at C6. In deference to the official status of my divorce I was asking every cute girl at the club to kiss me on the cheek. As I got drunker I extended that to anyone who was wearing lipstick. I've got some photos that I'll post tomorrow.

For no sensible reason I ended up making bangers and mash for Opium and Sleepless Knight (who gets bonus points for finding bland boil-the-shit-out-of-the-vegetables and fry-the-meat-in-grease northern European cooking "exotic" - I actually had the pleasure of feeding the man his first ever Guinness). Chopping onion when you are too tanked to stand at 3:30 in the morning verges on completely fucking surreal. Although I have to say this for cooking drunk: at least the grease splatters don't hurt.

So many cute girls tonight... I got kisses from Daevina (who was first), Lori, Louise, Mel, Nancy, Opium, Sandi, and others. If only Ivana was there. All things in, she's really the only one I really want to be kissing... well except maybe for Mel, but I already struck out there... But when my mind is clear and I close my eyes it is Ivana I see first. *sight* If only I knew what to do.

But now the sun is up, Opium and Sleepless Knight have gone their merry way and I should catch some Z's so I can get some shit done tomorrow.

My brain hurts

Kiss Whore - right cheek

Kiss Whore - left cheek

My overindulgence last night is haunting me today, but I so needed it. It was my long awaited "closure" night. The final celebration that Dianna is not part of my life anymore. I had a total blast collecting divorce kisses from friends and total strangers. By the end of the night I was getting a little carried away - I kissed Isaac! I made a total fool out of my self and I don't care! LOL

I burned through a fair bit of cash, but I had the sense to only put as much in my wallet as I was willing to spend and I still have a $20 leftover so it's not so bad. I bought Mike a Caesar to make up for forgetting to meet him on Monday and gave Sasha $10 for gas to give Louise a ride home because she was looking pretty run down from having been in the fashion show and obviously just wanted to get the fuck out of the club.

Daevina played my divorce request song ("Disintegration" by the Cure) and I was out dancing all by myself at one point. I am never the first one out on the dancefloor - but last night was special. Looking back now I just have this blur of silly things that I did... I'm sure I made a smashing impression on Lori's friend Alice from Australia. Of all the nights to meet me... !

Damn it, Mike!

This is all Sleepless Knight's fault. After introducing him to northern European food last night we got to talking about different cuisines. I now find myself craving Chinese food and very impatiently waiting for my favourite takeout place to open at 4:30 so I can feed my hangover. Normally I'd go for a "Greek Burger" at the Vine Yard or some really greasy bacon and eggs, but nooooo not today. Today I am dying for fried rice and sweet and sour pork balls....

Which brings me to an observation - has anyone else noticed that people talk about food at lot in their LJs? It'd be interesting to analyze the subject matter in a large sample of LJs. I wonder how closely it would mirror the proportions of subject matter in spoken conversation? It'd be a good anthropology thesis.