1. the place combined the worst things of pubs with the worst things of clubs (notably too much lighting and not enough shakin it with too much shit music to shout over and overpriced drinks, but ha! i got the cubicle with toilet paper. nyah. everyone's my best friend)

2. i think i stole about three people's beers accidentally. i'm sorry, but you shouldn't have left them sitting next to me. if it makes you feel any better, i stopped drinking them when i realised they weren't mine.

3. teehee, she's so funny when she says "erm...booty call" in her polite english voice.

4. dear men in your mid-to-late thirties: get over it and stop worrying about your age. to the one at the pub: if i were interested in you it wouldn't matter (i just wouldn't be making Captain Planet jokes, but i can actually hold a conversation without one), but as we both knew i wasn't interested, why would i care about your age?

5. i know someone who says she only owns about 4 cds (bought while in a town with no radio), and they're all compliations of the best of/top hits of the last couple of years. we all kinda gawped when she said that. it was bad enough when she didn't know what a cassingle was. (oh, ps. we would be having a cassingle party, but we'd all be too embarrassed to turn up).

6. in a crowded room situation, i do tend to navigate a bit by saying excuse me and gently steering people out of the way with a nice unthreatening flat hand, usually on their backs. this is certainly more polite than elbows.
hand to the arm is okay, even hand to waist is appropriate under certain conditions. i do find being moved out of the way by a stranger grabbing my bum a teensy bit invasive. although am considering it for the next fire drill.

7. i was in a shitty bar with many people in it i thought were icky. but i still had a good night, i must like these friends. (or it was all the beer)