When you're old and lonely you will wish you'd married me
- The Magnetic Fields.

Big weekend. Good times. Friday went out with Matt, Damian, James, Paul and Kim to (continue) our celebration of Matt being back. Started at his aunt's ad agency where we drank their alcohol for 3 hours or so, then headed out to Vespa. Very cool, stylish evening, made less stylish by us drunkenly ranting and swallowing party pills. Lots of broken glasses. Matt and Damian desperately trying to score. Me chilling and chewing my cheeks half off.

Saturday was Pauline and Dave's wedding. Very, very weird - he's the last of my schoolmates whose wedding I thought I'd be invited to. Good times, very relaxed (they played the Pixies as the bridal march). We got very drunk and proclaimed it the librarian social event of the year, thanks to the presence of Pauline, a couple of the young and cool lecturers from the university, various other National Librarians and Parliamentary librarians, and of course the random elements like me. Much bad dancing to well dodgy 80s music with the occasional bhangra hit mixed in. Downed some more party pills (Kandi) which didn't have the best effect, I was nearly sick at the party (then started feeling great) and Rhonda ended up throwing up the next morning (which spoilt any chance of a romantic post-wedding moment, but never mind).

Drunken ranting of the best kind included a gay librarian discoursing on his lust for schoolboys and on the clothing faux pas of straight men, and Pauline hugging me and trying to predict that Rhonda and I would get married next. Um. OK. Let's keep that one on hold for a little while, anyway, shall we?

I have way too much study to do. 
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