NAILS

Went out last night, David's finished his detox and is back on the booze, that bitch was getting complimented left, right and centre on his more svelte figure. We all got roaring drunk and danced the night away, today I spent a relaxing afternoon. Stewart and I went to lunch which was gorgeous and bumped into Cara, an old friend who joined us to catch up. Cara came on holiday with us a few years to Gran Canaria and was partner in crime with Julia for quite some time before they both settled down and is loads of fun, she's easy to shock so naturally Stewart came out with some of the most foul mouthed nonsense I've heard in a while. Cara also runs a beauty treatment spa just a few doors down from the bar where we were eating so naturally I had to pop in for a manicure. The girl did a good job but she was a tad gobby. I think beauty therapists have a gift of getting their clients to talk about their most intimate secrets as within 10 minutes I was delving into my deepest, darkest secrets and chatting away. She was a very different therapist to the one in San Francisco who couldn't quite grasp that all her clients in The Castro were men who flocked to get buffed and polished. The Castro gal was also better at her job as my nails were a lot shinier than they are just now but I ain't complaining because I love a good but of pampering and can't think of a better way to spend half an hour on a Saturday afternoon. The discount that Cara gave me also helped. Cheap bitch that I am.

I thought about going to the sauna as it's been three weeks since I last got laid and it's getting desperate stages. There were no honeys out last night at all although Cameron and David did pull. It even got so bad that I was talking to a guy who's not even remotely good looking or interesting think that I'd want to have sexual relations just for the sake of sexual relations. In hindsight, I'm glad cos he's not even on the radar when sober but beer goggles are wonderful things! I don't know if I'll ever meet anyone worth more than a few hours of rampant lust and a crumpled pair of jeans on the floor before ordering a taxi and possibly a mobile phone number to say goodbye. I have this feeling that I will end up single, I mean let's face it - no boyfriend in 6 years, a lot of sexual partners that I don't know the name of and no regular partner doesn't bode well. I said to Cameron that my sex life was kind of like Live Aid - like the Ethiopians, I don't know where my next meal is coming from, which would be why I tend to have sex on the first night. At least that's my theory.