Walk of Shame/Fame

The walk to get the bus wouldn't have been too bad had I not forgotten to put any scrap of makeup or even sunglasses in my bag the day before. Outfit looks edgey in daytime hours but I think the giant grey undereye circles gave the game away. 

Hungover in a "spacey, dodgy bloodsugar from cheap wine" sort of way.  We went for bagels and coffee, then decided that the bloodsugar situation required an injection of cake.

The pretentious Italian Café that we frequented during college days is on mine and B's way home so we headed there. The coffee was too good to resist so that made two grandé triple shots in under two hours pour moi. The subsequent hyperactivity caused us to bitch loudly about an obese acquaintence of ours, giggle and generally make a nuisance to out fellow coffee drinkers. It did not in any way prepare us to bump into three of our college tutors. EEk! they we're lovely tho and gracious enough to apologise sincerely for the tortuous year we had just (about) gotten over.

They we're hung over too so didn't feel so bad about undereye bagged state :)

P.S. saw twink (Irish "Star" of tv and stage) at pretentious café (which I adore even if it is pretentious) She looks like someone pebble dashed her with shit. The ankles we're especially bad. Seriously old people shouldn't be allowed loose with fake tan. Oh and her dog was wearing pearls.