Lessons you can only learn on Saturday night

Today has indeed been a learning day and, to a greater extent, tonight has been a learning night. Here are some of the lessons I've learned:

1.) You haven't really been in a city until you see someone vomit (or come close to it) on public transportation.

2.) In a related note, a good pick-up tactic for the girl on the go is to either get blitzed (or feign as much) and sit down on public transportation next to a bloak that you fancy. If he's valorous and helps you, he's a keeper. Vomit on his expensive shirt and get his number so you can pay for the dry cleaning. If he ignores, points at or sneers at you, he's not worth it. He won't be there for you during the rough patches.

3.) I will never get a normal man. Ever. Last night I made someone who is dumb as a post fall asleep. (Only after he repeatedly called me "nice". But apparently he liked me...) Tonight some how-old-is-this-guy? was cruising me at a wine bar; he basically offered to give me a "tour" of Norwich then decided three minutes after meeting me that I have what it takes to be a big city girl.

4.) Getting kicked in the ankle hurts like hell.

5.) Your friends follow you everywhere you go. Tonight I saw the equivalent of British Tim Jones, except he looked more like Moby. But he was quite fashionable and rolled his own cigarettes. It was fun to reminisce in his presence, though I didn't actually talk to him so as not to ruin the illusion.

And last but certainly not least...

6.) There are black people in Norwich! I saw two of them!