![]() As I sit here half watching 'My name is Earl' and half contemplating about blogging, I started thinking about Karma and how it should work in good ways if you are generally speaking a good person right? What am I talking about? My weekend of debauchery. All the ingredients were there to make it one of greatness: Alcohol Mingers Hed Kandi BBQ's More Alcohol and randomness Not much more a single socialite could ask for right? Friday turned out to be an unexpected night to say the least. I was expecting to be having vodka night round at my house with my good pal, but as that was canceled at last minute, I was left at a bit of a loose end. Not for long though due to being cajoled by Joanne the minger into partying my asse off to the tunes of Hed Kandi on Bar St in Marmaris. I couldnt complain (and as it turns out I can never say no) as even though I had no idea what the hell Hed Kani was before I arrived at the club, I certainly did by the end of it. Wicked.com And my snappy dressing suitor was right there with us. We drank, danced, took random photos, piled back to mine and drank some more. Then it all went Pete Tong. I couldnt possibly reveal the full story, so let me tell you the short version; Me and Joanne ended up in the cemetery at 8am , mugs of vodka in hand, pajamas on, commenting on just how peaceful it was there at that time of day. Fact. All the while my new suitor was waiting patiently at home for me to come back. Sucker. Well, we have to put them through trials dont we, otherwise how do we know how much it will take these new suitors to crack? Trial 1 Status: Completed Successfully Saturday kicked off with Eastenders (I missed the first episode as I decided to ignore the alarm), then went back to sleep for a while in preparation for dinner and drinks with the mingers. Good times. Sunday was another good day. The new suitor came over for a pool day and then team minger showed the new suitor exactly how its done with a Sunday Beer and BBQ night. Yes all seemed well on the western front. It was until I started getting bombarded with texts from the new suitor today. Why is it that they just dont know when to stop over here? I like the air of mystery and sometimes I like to do a bit of the chasing, but alas, here in a land that I will never fully understand, there is just not much option of that. Im really hoping that this doesnt put me off my new suitor as once I have gone off someone there aint no getting those first initial butterflies back again. Fact. If karma were here with me now it would do its damdest to make sure that nothing puts me off the cute snappy dressing new suitor. Karma would have shown up when he spouted 'you will not drink as much any more' and stopped those words dead in their tracks before escaping from said suitors mouth. Karma would teach him English in a day (or at least teach me Turkish). Karma would have me wanting to spend every waking moment with my new suitor in the first flushes of romance. Karma coulda, woulda, shoulda. But didnt. I guess karma chose not to boomerang itself back to me right now even though I dam well deserved it. So as the weekend fades into a distant memory, my impeding doom has not hit me as fast as it usually would on this boring Monday night. Now I am certainly not saying that it wont arrive at some point, but so far so good right? Karma. If it was of human form I would slap it.
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