Drunk. Seven too many beers. The last time I counted at about 11pm.
What was an industry night turned out to be an excuse for french men to behave like savage beasts
And hit on the 18 year-old students.
Sure it happens all the time.
And sure it's up to the girls to sleep their way into the world.
But it made me sick.
Because no matter how much I wanted that Marni
I couldn't play coy.
When hands went under blouses
I decided it was time to go.
I may not have made it,
But I'm certainly no fresh-faced intern.
No apologies there.