Party girl.

Happy Friday, everyone.

How good are Fridays? All weekdays were certainly not created equal.

Except I sort of started my weekend last night already; I met two of my fabbest girlfriends for dinner at a fantastic restaurant in Hong Kong called 208 Duecento Otto. Seriously good. Hong Kongers - I command you to go there!

I am feeling 'commanding' today.

Last night I knew I had a university exam this morning, but I still found myself kicking on with the girls as the evening's hours progressed. I have no will power to go home early - never have, likely never will.

When I got home fairly late, B was in bed asleep with the two dogs. I kissed them all and then climbed into bed to discover he'd thoughtfully placed a hot water bottle in my spot, so the bed was already nice and warm. Ahhh, sweet.

I was supposed to get up at 6am to study and, when B woke me at that horrific hour, I rolled over and mumbled, "I'll get up at 7am... please call me from work to wake me... thanks". Am I demanding or what?

Like I said... commanding.

I fell back asleep and just after 7am the phone rang... B was on the other line and said, "time to get up party girl."

Yup, on occasion, I am a bit of a party girl. Are you?