DJ ducking and hot guy amnesia...

Saturday nights come and go and typically my bad decisions mean much hilarity for the girls on Sunday morning. This past saturday night they included me ducking and diving the DJ's lips - numerous times, calling in the hold chin and gaze lovingly move. Fuelled by copious amounts of champagne and managing to snog some hot guy on the dance floor - the last part of which I have no recollection. Great. The one bit of the night that could have had the most promise I was too drunk to remember. Great.

Note to self - must rein in love of champagne and extend love of remembering snogging hot guys.