busy?
You would not believe…
Drunken nights in London with the friends who always remind me why I have the best fucking life I could ever have hoped for. (But dinner at Balans Soho was the Rubberiest Duck evah!)
The biggest cruise ship in the world. Free cocktails. Open Bar. For sixteen hours. Singing Amber’s “Yes” (google it) in an only semi-personal karaoke booth. Hanging with 80s pop idols.
Getting four sets of eight 30Kilo clean-jerks perfectly right for the first time ever. Not being able to walk next day.
The first big EMEA conference at work. Meeting my clients face to face. Dreading… The moment when they’ll realise I’m winging it. Blogging on the way home, and feeling great.
Busy? Of course.
Happy? Fuck yeah.
Whodathunk…