Sir, you're over the limit

Well it's the 4th post and I'm already drunk. A sign of future problems with alcoholism? You be the judge.

As I have the house to my own handsome self for the next few days, I had some people who I like to call my friends over this evening (they might not like it when I implicate them as part of my social circle, but that's their problem). There was poker playing, there was drinking and there was the listening of music. Prince is a shory but funky man. He reminds me of myself, except i lack the musical talent, and also the finely groomed facial hair.

A friend of mine has just discovered she has to leave for Switzerland on Tuesday. She's going for a year to be an Au Pair. It'll be an absolutely awesome experience for her (and I expect excruciatingly detailed reports of all the hot Swiss chicks she sees over there), but it is still very short notice. There was all these problems with her original - far more organised - plans of going over there, and now she has been left with very little notice of when she needs to be there. It has really left her with a small amount of time to come to terms with being away with everyone she cares about for a year, and honestly, I really haven't seen her recently as much as I would have liked to considering I won't be able to for the next 12 months. She is an absolutlely wonderful girl, and although admittedly we have only become close friends within the last 8 months or so, I still care about her dearly (in fact she is my future wife, according to thee vague agreement we came to under the condition that neither of us are married by the time we are 40).
So Eve, while - along with the rest of the world's population - you may not read this, I wish you the best of luck with your sexy Swiss experiences. I'm sure I will drunkenly say all of this to you tomorrow night, but you are an amazing girl, actually let me rephrase, an Amazingly Terrific (and dreamy) Woman, and you will be sorely missed in you absence. I'm lucky to know you, and you're lucky to know me (because let's face it, I'm a dreamboat) and I'd better hear from you frequently while you're gone. We're all gonna miss you, and we shall count the days until your triumphant return.

OK, well that's enough of me being an emotional, soppy bastard for now. To re-affirm my masculinity, I LIKE BOOBS, and steak. Well I'm done now, and custard pies are going out of fashion.