Midnight today saw me leaving the pub on the way to Sin City at the ballroom for Drakhen
'd birthday, with half a bottle of Saki and a couple of JackNCoke's tucked safely away. I then proceeded to dance maniacally for two and a half hours solid while drinking nothing but plenty of water, with Dave
and lots of other people I like. A very successful and pleasurable night, which included a group of people dressed as Gothamites. And let me tell you, the sight of the Joker and Babs!Batgirl singing Living on a Prayer
to each other is not one I'm going to forget easily.
Got home at three, had a very good five aqnd a half hours of sleep and woke up refreshed enough to do the washing up, recognise the signs of needing to boil my mooncup now please (which I did), cooked myself a lovely savoury scrambled egg breakfast, read some Livejournal - although not all of it, because our wireless router is on its last legs and I wasn't able tot get online at all yesterday, so had too much to catch up on - and listen to The News Quiz
Packing my handbag to meet Mat
for lunch, I got my wallet, phone, Oyster Card and keys in the bag only to discover my book wouldn't fit, so I switched everything over to my tote bag - at least in theory. I got to the tube station before I discovered that I'd forgotten the book. And on arriving at Victoria, I also discovered something else I should have brought and didn't - my mooncup. And five minutes later, I also discovered a lack of phone.
Mat, meanwhile, was discovering that despite being the oldest and in many ways one of the best subterranean urban train systems in the world, London Underground does not work properly on the weekend, and was trying to phone me to tell me he was going to be a bit - a lot - an hour and a half late to meet me.
So there's me, going through the first few hours of the period, wandering around Victoria without any idea where Mat is or whether he's looking for me, and knowing that forgetting my phone was a stupid mistake for me to have made. And I didn't panic or mope or get caught up in self hatred! Well, I did a little, but mostly I was just "yeah, whatever, Mat'll be here." He was, eventually, through the medium of phone and Twitter, able to catch up with me in time for me to walk him to the coach stop and see him onto his bus.
Which was nice.