Le weekend

Don't get too excited - she was tied to the computer this weekend (for work, she would like to add, rather than as the basis of some bizarre spreadsheet-based sex game).

And having to cancel plans with some of her favourite girl friends really sucked too. Fortunately, this week brings a whole host of fun nights out, hurray! Including her first second date for a very, very long time. She will just have to try to keep her eyes open the whole week, which may be a bit of a struggle.

This is all a marked change from last weekend, half of which was spent in a drunken stupor and half in a hungover stupor. Does London make hangovers worse, or something? Yuck. She hadn't had a two-dayer for a LOOOONG time.

It was worth it though (and at this point, she would like to apologise for keeping this secret. She was too excited about meeting up with Jeremy/Daniel and kind of forgot). There were no hot men at the salsa evening unfortunately, but just like a reverse Cinderella, her luck changed post midnight when she and her Lovely Friend (LF) took a detour via a boathouse bar. And hello, hot man!

She was a little too drunk on tequila and wine to do much other than squint and murmur incoherently about her dating blog (great chat up technique, huh?) but amazingly, LF's boyfriend decided it would be ultimately amusing to play Cilla and bring the hot guy back to his flat. Where, incidentally, The London Loves was due to collapse on the sofa.

At this point, it all goes a little blurry. She knows they watched some bizarre children's TV show and drank some ill-advised Bacardi and coke. She remembers LF and her bf going to bed and thinking: "She is, like, the best friend EVER....". Oh and then snogging the boy's face off on the sofa. She was convinced he was a barman. He is not. She was equally convinced he was called Will. He was not.

Strangely enough, they decided to call it a night after that (as much as you can still call something "a night" at 4am. Against the Trade Descriptions Act, surely?). She decided that she quite likes people playing Cilla, as long as they set her up with David Arquette-alikes (look, she was drunk and squinting, and it's a bit passe to tell people they're Keanu Reeves-alikes these days).

Anyone else fancy stepping up to the Cilla-shaped plate?