So..

I'm hungover.

Not that it's news.

I was supposed to just take it easy. But I ended up going home around 2 AM.

It's my fate. I wasn't pissed when I was trying to leave the pub the first time.

And then, I met my friends. Which led to inviting a cute French boy to join us.

I never knew such a thing ever existed!!!

He was really cute. And looked 26 max. But he was 30!!! We girls tried so hard not to embarrass him and ask him what cream/lotion he used.

Well, if we ever ran into him again, I'm sure we would ask.