I ate Polish food.
I went to a total stranger’s birthday party and rescued her flip flops.
I got lost in Soho.
I pretended I worked in a zoo. Something to do with penguins.
I went to a club full of 18 year olds listening to music I grew up with, but they’re too young to remember. Which made me feel old, but at the same time superior.
I was alluded to on a MySpace blog.
I made a number of excellent lists.
And I did all of the above while on a date with someone quite, quite brilliant. And I’m still not entirely clear how it happened.
But I do know that my opinion of neun und neunzig luftballoons has changed very much for the better.
That is all.