so, you’ll have to excuse me if there’s more mistakes than normal in this post - you see i went to a party with my friend last night. i was a little worried about going as we were going to meet with her dance group - and i had visions of them all looking perfect and dancing like beyonce, which is enough to make any girl insecure. we had a really good night though - that was of course until we got into the taxi to come home.

i think i realised it was going to be a bad ride when the taxi driver looked up and said “you girls are a bit old to be coming out of that club aren’t you?”. the cheek. to make matters worse we then thought it would be a great idea to get him to guess our age. note to self, don’t play game if you don’t want to run the risk that the answer won’t be favourable! turns out he thought we were mid-thirties (we’re actually mid-twenties, OK, late twenties, but still!). by now we were practically suicidal!

it didn’t stop there though. oh no.  he proceeded to tell me that i talk like the queen before insulting my neighbourhood and telling my friend she was the rougher of us two (which to be honest, there’s not a single rough thing about her!). well by the time we got home, tensions were high and we still had to pay the fare. if i had known, i would rather have walked.

damned taxi man.

i’m going to console myself by a day of endulgement - cuddling my cat, watching dvds and maybe even eating ice cream. yum.

have a great weekend, m x

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