the more I think about

the more I think about last Thursday’s date with Sarah, the more I think that it went astonishly well. In fact, I think it may have been the best date I have ever been on. In fact, I am beginning to think that the only reason I didn’t feel really happy about it straight away was because I had decided before I got there that I wouldn’t feel happy about it. Damn.
Which merely goes to prove that the more you feel that something isn’t going to be that great, the better it will be. And, it seems, the reverse is also true (big hugs to Meg).
Staying with the subject of dates, one or two of my regular readers know that I had a date scheduled for last night. Well, it didn’t happen, as the lady concerned (lady? how do I know if she’s a lady if I haven’t met her?) was delayed travelling home from her parents, so we have rescheduled for next Sunday. However, she did call me, and has quite possibly the sexiest voice of any woman I have ever spoken to! Further bulletins as events warrant.

yesterday’s blogmeet in summary: attendees

yesterday’s blogmeet in summary:
attendees included Brooke, Katy, Kylie, Catherine, Tom, Tom Ewing, Steve, Nick, Cal, Luke, Daveo, Rodney, Paul, Vaughan, Dan and Mo.
conversations included gatecrashing other people’s weddings (Cal), the explosive properties of olive pits (Mo), diagonal knitting (Brooke), breasts (Tom, perhaps surprisingly), how the parents of students can bribe them to visit home frequently by installing ADSL (Katy), digital photography (Nick “It Has To Be Done” Jordan) and being a blogging landlord (Vaughan).
most amusing moment for me: discovering that everyone (well, Cal and Tom at least) thought that this blog was a spoof and that the picture had been clipped from a Next catalogue! um..thanks guys! no, it’s all real!
there was also much talk on the subject of the location of the ukbloggers and what to do with the information I gathered in the survey. no real conclusions were drawn however.
I seemed to be the only one tackling the beer with any great gusto, and no vodkajellies appeared before I departed, which was a shame!
headed back a bit early as I didn’t want to get caught for another huge taxi fare, plus had a vague idea of making it back to the bar in time for last orders – but due to delays and diversions on the trains, I didn’t make it. guh.

note to readers: the “bastards”

note to readers: the “bastards” referred to in the previous post are not the other ukbloggers, but those shove-a-coin-in-and-get-expensive-web-access machines at Victoria. note to self: do not attempt to update blog whilst pissed at Victoria.