|Current mood:|| drained|
Yesterday once more
Still about last night, my friend and I came up with two rules about how to pick a good bartender: 1. If they're a girl, they must have their hair down. 2. If they're a guy, they have to be unattractive. This is based on the fact that the only girl there with her hair tied up gave us bad drinks and the rather arbitrary theory that the good looking guys were hired more for their looks than their mixing abilities.
It was fun, in a strange way. Nothing memorable really happened, aside from meeting up with someone I haven't seen for ages. Will need to stay in contact with her more often! The only thing that really came out of it that I'm still thinking about is my writing.
I've had this idea for a book series which I've only told to one of my friends, the same one who came up with the bartender rules with me. She mentioned it last night and so I've been thinking about it since, coming up with more plot details and more about the characters. The idea's changed quite a bit since I first told her about it. She found it quite extreme and confronting then, but I've modified it so hopefully it's more palatable and won't put off anybody. Although really, some fantastic books have been written about taboo topics, but no, that's not the only reason it's changing so, yeah.
I wonder if I'm not being productive enough and just using the big clean up as an excuse not to do anything else. When you've spent three days cleaning, it's rather off-putting when your mother walks in and tells you it looks exactly as messy as before. I'm getting there though. Only two more piles to clean up. Oh wait, no, I just looked around and realised there's MORE - the shelves, the cupboard in the other room... Grah. Fan-bloody-tastic.