ok ok ok…
There aren’t words that describe how drunk i was in this picture.
Edge club last night was exactly what i needed to feel human. 2 girls, doing shots, dancing and chatting to any mother fucker who had the nerve to try to talk to us about music lol.
Met a bunch of really cool people, danced like crazy (even though i think i embarrassed Becca pretty bad some.. SORRY BRO!) and i got proposed to twice. Once by a guy called Liam (aka… Bertie the cat) and second outside a chip shop (classy bird) by a guy whos name i can only remember starts with a C….
…. main problem here is, guy has asked me on a date tonight and i cant remember his name. Looks like sober stealth Sarah has to get her investigatin’ hat on.
“cinema, dinner then wedding?”
Looks like im going to have to SERIOUSLY downsize what i bring back for my flying visit back to Brighton. its ok though.. I HAVE A PLAN.
THE PLAN
even though i know you couldnt give a shit about it.
Get over Hangover (in the loosest possible term, im just really tired)
Pack enough to get me through till wednesday morning.
Go on date with MASSIVE bag- Train to brighton after.
Train BACK to luton Wednesday morning
Watch Alien aaaaallllll day with Liam.
Do something lady like with Becca, Arko and Nats thursday?
Train back to Brighton with EVERYTHING friday evening.
BOOM!
LOGISTICS MOTHER FUCKER, YOU ENVY MY SHIPPING PROWESS!
too too cute
(via albinwonderland)
