Nana, Primos, Quarter Bar, Trinity Hall...
What a mess. London is here and I feel like a school girl, unsure of where I stand, insecure about how I must have changed since we last saw each other, and giddy still just to have him here.
The night went by so fast. We had wine, then margaritas and beer, then mixed drinks, then I can't remember... dang that Trinity Hall.
I am a lady and thus I do not kiss and tell (okay I do), but if you guess, well- I can't be blamed for that.