
Hello internet!
I had a ball yesterday night. No really, I had a ball. I went to a ball anyway. It cost me thirty pounds! Thirty pounds for a trip to Cafe de Paris (near Leicester Square), a meal (three courses) with wine all topped off with music and drunken escapades later on.
Well OK. The meal was very nice. I had some nice chicken and a cool strawberry soufle, and yes...the wine was strong and copious, but I didn't have a good time afterwards. I don't like the feeling of abandonment, and I feel my friend kind of did that. He's been seeing this girl for quite a while now, and he just sort of left with her. Thing is, I wouldn't mind if I liked her, but she's so unreachable. I have never really spoken to her, only the typical bland responses spoken more out of embarasment of silence than out of genuine like of a person. Anyway, he left with her (obviously that's fair enough) but I think the main thing is I get jealous easily. I'm not even gay, but I like to know my friends stand up for me and don't sell out on me. I guess only because I would always do the same for them, and I sort of expect a loyalty in return.
Then again, people are different. I never want to tell anyone that the way they decide to live, or the girls they sleep with is worng, but sometimes I feel I can be walked over.
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On alighter note, here's a picture of me looking very dash in my suit. Unfortunately I didn't take my camera so there's no photos from me. But it's just above :)
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