Horrifically bad performance at quiz night, sweaty and ecstatic watching Beyoncé' live at the O2, 16-hour drink marathon celebrating Norway Day in London, Kaizers Orchestra live in Camden, Halloween twins, antics with my sister from another mister, the Jägermeister crew in the snow, and birthday celebrations in dresses straight outta Bangkok.
Talk about a contrast to my current life, in which I've developed an addiction to running, started knitting a jumper and the weekends pass by without as much as a cheeky sip of anything stronger than coffee. I'm experiencing first hand what it feels like having a normal day pattern, and although it's great and healthy and everything, I'm feeling nostalgic. I miss having dinner at midnight, crawling into Wifey's bed in the morning to bitch about the world, the daily take-away americano, spying on odd neighbours, eating out for lunch, watching TV series through the night, having Buzzfeed sessions for breakfast, live music, Tequila parties, Bollywood dance-offs, Celine Dion sing-alongs, you name it. Sounds fun, right?