Letter Twenty Three

Dear Sis, 

I just found that the name of my blog again, 'A place after drunk'. Last night I went through, or looked at others how they drunk or pretend they are drunk and do something wild. nasty. silly. 

We went to Dalston clubbing after someone claimed he's drunk and want to have fun. And.....I do feel am old because what happened next was not I expected at all last night. Well, we had dinner together, a great feast by my high school classmate, who now is studying in Le Condon Bleu. Lobster Risotto, Sugar-Vinegar fish, Steak, Taiwanese Stew Pork noodles, salads and bottles of wines, chocolate, ice-cream.....Most important of all, that someone was the spark, he's the only male. It just made me wanna laugh that seeing whole room of girls were trying to talk to him. 

So man became different when drunk. or pretend to be drunk. We've been through what I had done long time ago. dirty dance, kisses, hugs, holding hands.........but some feeling different in me. I don't particularly feel excited; is it really because no more freshness for this? Including dirty talk with guys. 

Anyway, last night was fun, seeing myself in the past and realized I am moving on. Including to the married guy I told you the other day. 


xx & Love, 

Nana.