Trisha and I went to the bar alone, mainly because we're pathetic and nobody likes us. And by "we", I mean "me". It ended up being quite a lot of fun, actually, until someone decided to steal Trisha's purse. We were sitting right next to it and we didn't see anything. Great. So we went off to the nearest police station. Closed. Buh? It's New Year's Eve, people are going crazy all over town, and the station in the middle of the city's closed? Yeah, thanks officers! I feel a lot safer now! Off we went to the main bureau, which is like 5 kilometers away. Hey, at least walking's healthy. Turns out Trisha was the first victim of theft in the new year. Hooray? We didn't even win a prize. *sigh* Luckily she had her keys in her jacket pocket, or we would have been completely stranded. Happy new year.
Ack. Complications. Other women. No friggin' chance in Hell. I haven't given up yet, though. Watch this space.
The groups are going to be reorganized in two weeks, so I won't have to deal with some very annoying toxic people anymore. Yay! Okay, I only have until the end of the month left to go, but still.
I succeeded in falling over with my scooter. Result: One broken mirror-screw (the mirror itself is fine) and two bruised knees. Go me!
I think that's about it.