I was super duper sad to not be able to be with you guys on Thursday but like blood and fatty build-ups, you're always in my heart! You'll be very excited to know that I have finally made some Canadian friends!!! Kelly came out with me last night to an event called Smithfits on Queen Street West, it was absolutely bloody brilliant! We met a girl called Kristina there who Michael Cockerill had told me to be friends with, and oh my god, she's AMAZING! She was a little tipsy when we got there but by the end of the night she was our new best friend, we love her to bits! She also introduced us to some of her friends including a guy called Zander, who pointed to my beer and said 'sea it away', I told him there was no chance unless he was going to race me and I absolutely beat his ass. YEAH MAN! YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF YORKSHIRE...
I also made a new boyfriend on the dancefloor while Kelly was in the toilet and the only way I could get away from him was to say 'er...yeah...just need to go check on my friend...' and scurry off, unfortunately she was stood right in front of me at the time but I didn't let that stop me. Then we did some Jager and I got drunk. Thanks Jager! Oh I also discovered that there were some black and white leopard print chairs by the edge of the room so I had hours of fun (well, a minute or so) sitting on them in my black and white leopard print dress and wondering if anyone could see me, but I think they could. I blame the owl earrings. It's always the owl bloody earrings!
Kelly also taught me about 'sharking', which sounds like a weird move that you'd normally confine to the bedroom with a consenting and tolerant partner but it was actually the act of making a 'fin' on your head with one hand whilst making a 'swimming' motion with the other hand in the direction of an attractive male. You'll see a fine example of sharking right at the top of this blog. Isn't it beautiful! There was definitely some potential for a spot of sharking last night, but we all know I'm more of a dolphin than a shark. Or maybe a walrus...or a lol-rus? Either way it has now been decided that a boy's attractiveness can be graded according to the number of 'fins' it elicits from us - one fin on the head is a cute boy, two fins (head and back) is a hot boy, and three fins (head, back, leg raised behind us) is an absolute god damn mega babe, you know, the kind you'd probably put on a calendar of 'hot boys' if you were at all that way inclined...ahem.
Anyway the night ended with Kelly and I trying to find a taxi in minus 25 temperatures whilst wearing less clothes than we've even been wearing in England, and then buying an obscene amount of chocolate from the vending machine and sitting downstairs with a cup of tea with the Australian who had sex with our roommate on Tuesday night talking about the encounter itself (far, far FAR too much information) and him being incredibly racist about certain racial groups much to our horror. Yep, it's true what they say about Australians, and this was one that had been travelling around the world for the past nine months and he was still using the 'W' word. It's like Tara said today - 'For some people, travelling doesn't expand their minds, only the length of their conversations'...I like to think that won't apply to me though.
Anyway, racist man-slags aside, last night was chuffing brilliant, and it's another thing on the list of things I have to take you to when you get here! :)
I love-ah you-ah! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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