Sweltering and giggling

I was nervous to come out of my house this morning. Very. I peered cautiously around each corner before turning and grinned maniacally at anyone who happened to look in my direction. Just in case. I thought about baking a batch of cupcakes before work to carry in a little basket with me, a-la-Little Red Riding Hood, to hand out willy-nilly to everyone I stumbled upon, but I didn't have time.

Why? Because it was sweltering last night. In the sticky, I-can't-sleep way. I actually went to sleep with my fan on. This is unheard of. My fan is the cleverest fan in the world because it has a timer. It went off an hour later. And I woke up, hot. And put it on again, for another hour. You get the picture. In between - hot, sticky dreams (and, of course, my new best friends, The Monstrous Mosquitoes). And a fair amount of wakefulness.

It was during this wakefulness that I realised that probably a large proportion of my fellow city dwellers would've had the same not-so-good night's sleep and would, probably, be a bit overtired and maybe short of humour today (everyone is like me, surely?). Thus, my nervousness.

However, I was hugely buoyed by a fabulous dinner with the girls last night. These are people from varsity. People who know me, well. We've seen each other grow and change and cried and laughed. We've all been through stuff with each other. And now we find ourselves in the same city again and are making this a monthly thing. At least. These are occassions where we all leave with a vague tummy cramp, from laughing so much. It's just wonderful. And we had a new girl join us last night. And she's wonderful too. Gush gush. Just one more thing - white chocolate martinis. These are the future. I swear.

I wonder if it's okay to drink white chocolate martinis for tea at work?