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Subject:	fabulosity:
Time:	9:14 pm.

Fabulous. I feel really happy today. Last night turned into a little farce for my own little self. I went from here to meet Not Charlie. We dandered around for a bit and finally settled on eating in Half Moon, Which isn't all that good, but no matter. Then we headed up to Dragon (it's become a rather regular hang out for all sorts despite being loaded with dirty old codgers). We drank two bottles of red (the Chillean was awful, the French, so-so), and had a darling conversation. Actually - it was a wonderful conversation, made me really cheerful.

Once we left Not Charlie scootched on home. I was walking back up George Street when I ran into Rob, the good one, not the bad one, who was on his way to Glitz. Being drunk and whatnot I went along as well. It was actually really fun in there. I met a load of cool friends of Rob's and whatnot and finally ran into this dweeby guy I'd been talking to from gaydar. That was cool I danced with him, kinda snogged him. Decided we'd go. Met some guys on the way - now - as always I can never tell people want to sleep with me, which is obviously what Spanish Dweeb expected. I guess it was obvious, but I was like - haha - let's bring these two guys home and hang out.

So we did.

One of the was an English guy and his Irish friend. So the Irish friend (Nico) crashed while the rest of us quite litterally bonded. Just sitting there, drinking bacardi and shooting the shit. We sat for hours talking about families, dreams, you know - it got to the point where the beekeeper dvd was on. Well, like, duh, of course I did. And then the dweeb (and cute dweeb, make no mistake) started feeling me up. The english guy rolled a joint. I stopped fooling around with the dweeb to smoke the joint, and semi-naked as I was at this stage ended up as a jabbering naked mess, laughing and rambling for what felt like an hour. Naked. All innocent, all very slef-depricating. But yeh. That was halariously embarrassing.

In the end English crashed and the friend (who was straight) woke up and went "what the fuck did I miss?" I went to bed with the dweeb (I was completely out of my mind... completely, and he was like almost begging for it... heh...) so sthat went for a bit and then he left and I crashed out for the next 10 hours. That was cool. Even though today was supposed to be job seek day. Apparently Nico ended up sleeping in with Rachel for a bit of the night. I just rmember having really strange dreams.

I got up today and went down for food and drink with Ian and Zoe, the two nicest people in Dublin. That was a really relaxed way to spend the evening. Now I'm going to head bak up home for a bit. Maybe get my life together. Mwahaha. Who knows what the night holds? No doubt you'll be posted on it.

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