Club Indulge

This has not so much been a "lazy Sunday" as a "comatose Sunday". I went to Club Indulge near Fenchurch Street (Fenchurch Street is a curious, pokey rail station) last night for their first ever speed dating event. It was also my first ever engagement with speed dating. I met some nice people and had some drunken chats, that was about it really. I went out of my comfort zone a bit, but probably not as much as I need to to make romantic progress (I'll return to that notion another time). But I can confirm that it was a positive experience and by all accounts a popular event among those in the BBW/BHM community, It's something I'd certainly consider doing again in the future.

The rest of the evening was a cider/cocktail/sambuca/jagerbomb/prosecco haze. I vaguely remember getting into a cab that dropped me off in Deptford, wandering around for what felt like an age (but was probably 20 minutes) in search of a bus stop then two buses and a cab later, getting home at 3am. I have an informal tendency to get exceedingly, recklessly drunk on a quarterly basis. Even that is starting to feel like a bit too much now.

This morning wouldn't even have ranked in the top half of my worst hangovers of all time but I've felt lethargic and off the pace all day. My brain still feels like it's on a very slight delay. I've done little but make various journeys in and out of bed whilst binge watching BoJack Horseman (still very good, boosted by the appearance of Lisa Kudrow as BoJack's owl girlfriend). Tomorrow, it's back to the grindstone by which I of course mean volunteering at an exhibition.

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