girls night out

my friend S. came down her Alpine mountain, over Geneva and all the way to my place last night for dinner. what fun we had! there was of course lots of girl-talk involved. the plan was then to go to the pub, where a band was playing disco music. but first, she said, we had to make-up. kind of an alien concept to me (i use mascara sparingly, and lipstick once in a while, maybe even eye-shadow if i really feel like i need to). but i let her do her thing - and felt about 12 in the process! it was fun, but i did take some stuff off before going out, and wasn't altogether convinced with what she'd done. but what the hell.

we got to the pub, which was packed, and enjoyed the music. i don't know if it was the '2 girls alone' syndrome, but we certainly got chatted up a lot. i basically ignored all the guys who tried. there was this one guy who saw me from across the room. yes, our eyes met for a flicker of a second. he apparently took this as his cue to make his way through the throngs of people and stand right next to me. i don't remember what inane comment he made - my reply was monosyllabic and then i ignored him hard. it took 5 mns of this silent treatment for him to get the message. i know it's mean, but come on - i'm not about to talk to some guy who thinks he's scored simply because he saw me across the room! i know this is what often happens, but to be honest, it had never happened to me before, and i can only be grateful for that!