It was a sign. Lindsey and I knew we were meant to go out.
We rushed to get ready and tried to go to Why Not, but it was already at capacity. We settled for free entry into Shanghai instead. I kissed some guy in a v-neck named David. And we met a bunch of Polish rudes.
The real champion of the evening, however, was Lindsey. She was leaving for Wales the next morning and hadn't even started packing. Classic.