Undies Update and NYE Dilemmas

Last night at London Bridge station I happened across the girl who's undies I stole. This was a very strange coincidence - the night before that was the first time we had met, and I never just "bump into" people I know here (unless it's at gigs and stuff - but that's not really the same). Anyway I shouldn't really have said don't know what I'm gonna do next time I see her because what I did was entirely predictable; I didn't bring it up and hoped she didn't know anything about it. She's a really nice girl. "Ebony" as they say in the adult entertainment section, with a beautiful wide gap-toothed smile and a very charming Kiwi boyfriend who despite having met only the once I feel a fierce loyalty to that prevents me from flirting with her too much. Sigh. My solitude continues I guess, unless of course we meet again by chance in the next little while. This would constitute some sort of sign from Abraxas, and courage and honour dictates that I'd have to act on it. Perhaps.

I was supposed to be going to Berlin for New Years but now it looks as if I will not be going anywhere due to minor cashflow issues and a lack of planning on the part of my peers. I have two options so far. One that has very little to do with me or any close friends that sounds like a lot of fun, and one involving a small group of closer friends that sounds like sitting around a tiny sweaty flat listening to Elliot Smith and drinking Kronenburg. So I can either be a bored out of my mind good friend or a selfish bastard having a good time and warding off the guilts with whiskey and shiraz for the evening but feeling like a right shit the next day most likely.

Also there is another part to the undies story. This morning I emptied my satchel on the floor and found a womans slip(? I never know the names of the bits of ladies undies) in it. I know I didn't take it (I wasn't that drunk) so I can only assume someone was playing what I guess they thought at the time was a very funny joke on me. It's not a funny joke, it's a stink one that has the potential to make me look like a total perv and destroy fledgling relationships and networking opportunities.