I’m now drinking water religiously, have cut down my alcohol consumption, am eating and enjoying healthy food and I’m meeting up with my friend to start walking around the Botanical Gardens again (welcome home Jacks). As well as transforming my health and fitness, I am also in the process of redesigning my blog to a fancy schmancy new website, and uploading it to its very own domain. Watch this space.

However, I must admit, my September detox wasn’t as seamless as I’d hoped. Yes, I paid dearly for the copious amount of champagne I consumed on Saturday night, and spent Sunday on the couch nursing the hangover from hell with KB (safety in numbers when it comes to a hangover I say – pain shared is pain halved and all that). One of those nasty hangovers where nausea leaves you unable to move, and forgotten conversations and moments seep through the cracks of a splitting headache (was that me who stacked it, sliding in on the wooden floors in my stockings impersonating Kramer?)

What is seamless anyway? After a serious bout of self recrimination, I thought about those girls I once knew who appeared seamless. They always said the right thing, kept it together at all costs and never talked too much (god forbid they should say something without thinking about it first). Their definition of friendship was how many drugs they could share between each other without losing their shit. Quality friends with substance – non, rather they would be what you call “good time friends”. Definitely not cool.

Quite frankly, seamless is boring. Fuck – we can’t be good all the time. I’m not talking about spiraling into Amy Winehouse destination rehab, but we all need the occasional bender where we lose control, fall behind in our work and have one too many glasses of champagne and throw up like a 17 year old at their first party (I did have the benefit of experience to at least reach for a towel).

Definition of cool – people who let you be your fabulous self even when you are leaking at the seams. The ones who don’t always have it together, who aren’t afraid to show real emotion, who don’t always have to be grounded, for who life sometimes gets the better of them and who you can let into your house when it is crashing down all around you and they don’t care. Because it’s real god damn it. Give me seams any day.

When you scratch beneath the surface (albeit you may need a hammer and a chisel because they are so well guarded) of the “seamless” amongst us, you discover they have more seams than you and I all put together. So you know what, I’m not going to be hard on myself for last week’s misdemeanors. Sure I’m slammed up against a 3 day deadline right now, but I wouldn’t trade in last week’s bender for anything. For one, I got to meet some cool new people, watch the best air guitar I’ve ever seen (Bon Jovi ain’t got nothing on you KB), and witness just how generous of heart and god damn fabulous a gorgeous new Melbourne friend of mine is, and feel our friendship move to the next level. KB, you’re officially on my red carpet guest list. Yes, “I speak Katie”.