It seems that my luck has run out. :(
On Thursday I went climbing with BR and dropped him. He is totally fine. Completely. And the climbing gym guy came over and gave me a big lesson on belaying and I have since belayed him successfully a couple of times. But still. I feel terrible. He doesn't seem mad though. He thinks this was a good learning experience, which is was. But still.
Yesterday I went out to a comedy club in Hoxton. I had five drinks over the course of the night, which works out to about one per hour. I threw up three times that night. The first two times weren't too bad - they tasted like lime (or maybe it was apple; no matter). But the last one was nothing but bile. It made my teeth feel weird. I think the bile was eating them. :(
This morning I had no hangover which leads me to suspect that it was not the five drinks that made me puke, but the roofies my companion slipped in them. Luckily, the plan backfired and I was too barfy to be do-able.
But seriously folks...I think it was the CANTEEN shrimp and salmon salad I had for lunch. Ugh. Shrimp and salmon and poison, more like. I am never eating shrimp again. In the canteen.
Strangely though, the more I thought about shrimp, the more I wanted it. I ended up going to Yo! Sushi with Zak for lunch...but no shrimp. No sir. In addition to sushi, I highly recommend the eggplant in sesame oil and soy sauce there. It was amazing.
I love conveyor belt sushi. It's like dinner and a show all at once.
Afterwards, met up with Ben for some Frulis. Richard and Joe were around too. I told them about dropping BR during belaying and they still wanted to go climbing with me. I am simultaneously touched and confused by this show of faith.
There is a party tonight at Jess' but my stomach is still to wibbley to go out. I am going to do some online retail therapy and perhaps slip in an episode of Battlestar Galactica...

Picked up the blush Delicieux in 102 True Rose for 3 squid in a market stall on Portobello. Yay!