Chums dinner was lovely as always, even though dinner for me consisted of one chip and half a bottle of coke (I had eaten a cow beforehand). The novel addition of the presence of ww was yay-inducing. Laughed at her sole proof of ID; her passport. Partied for what felt like the first time in years. "Met" a lot of people, no longer remember their faces or names. Probably elbowed a lot more people in the face. Then walked to town hall barefoot in the rain as the place started to be overtaken by incredibly sweaty 30-something looking year old males. I will never wear shoes that are half a size too big out "dancing" ever, ever again. Documenting one's life is actually very addictive :(