Ouch. Head.

Am never drinking again. Ever.

Concert: Went ok. We sang to a grand total of 10 people. But the singing went well, for the most part. Apparently my duet was good (Jo was fab, i'm too jealous!), and mum and dads quartet (minus one) was beautiful. Shame my Aunt decided to start in the wrong key. Hey-ho.

Was great to see some friends who performed in the last concert. Big up to them for coming, cos nobody else in the society bothered. We should hit them all with a big stick.

After the concert, am standing around with the girls having a glass (ok, a bottle. The first of many) of white wine, and Jon, a performer in last show, came over to chat. Lots of compliments about duet, casual conversation about whats been happening, etc, etc. So he asks if he can pinch a cigarette and we step outside. Lots more compliments and general chat about the concert. Find myself thinking 'you know what, you used to give me the creeps but I quite like you now' when he asks for my number. He is coming to see my next show, so it makes sense to have my number.

More chatting. Then he kisses me on the cheek and says once again how he loves my voice and he'll see me in October. Just as he is walking away, he says 'can I take you for a drink sometime?'. SWOON. For the second time in a week. Whats going on?!!

More wine. Decision to go out on the town. The 3 of us girlies find a nice pub, loud music, etc. We hit the garden so I can smoke. And then we pull! Sweet as! 3 lads that look as though they are straight out of Boyzone. I don't think they liked that comment. My bad. More wine.

Think I drank the equivalent of about 3 bottles and rolled through the door at about 2am (?)

Mission for today: Diet.

Mission for yesterday: Diet. Failed.