right........ easter weekend
hmmm... where to start... let's try the beginning:
Thursday night at the pub with work, then into town to meet spikey, go to a restaurant, good food, lotsa wine - good. So far, so good. Right. Oh, hang on, forgot something...
Thursday morning at the Department of Genitourinary Medicine... so far, so very not good. Get a pack of antibiotics, told not to drink alcohol for 5 days. Right. As of tomorrow.
Now. Late Thursday night trying to find my keys in my rather large bag (good when I need to bring an extra pair of shoes or other items of clothing along with me - what! a girl can't always know in the morning what she wants to wear in the evening!). Right. Keys not there and the oh so very yummie (who, by the way, is very cool about the you know what) standing right here... hmmm... what to do? Well, nothing to do but break in. So that's what I do. Alarmingly easy. Mental note - eeehh... remember to do something about that...
Friday spent recovering, start taking my pills, two in morning, two in evening. Go see a movie, spend the night at spikey's. So far, no disasters. Oh, unless you'd call spending the night at a new guy's studio flat when his cousin is visiting and sleeping on the sofa a disaster. I'd call it weird. Definately. Did I mention I'm almost thirty?
Saturday (once again). Apparently I'm going to meet his friends today. Actually, my plan was to play tourist over easter, you know, see the sights, go to museums and all that, but hey... So we go to the pub, watch the game (yes!), drink a few pints... of lemonade, oh yes, mad stuff! Now meeting a guy's friends is always tricky. Not being allowed to drink makes it worse. fact. Now these are a bunch of pretty laid back people, which makes it not so bad. So far, so good. Now he's been talking about this drug (yes!), MD (yes!), which is supposed to be really good (where is this going???)
>>>fast forward>>>
The guys are jamming in the kitchen and I wonder if my head is funny 'cause of the class B smoke or the class A drug... anyway, think I better sit down. In a bit. A girl comes up and says something to me. I answer. I think. Notify my guy that I'm going to sit down because my head is funny. Go to the bathroom. Have to remove a mirror from the sink to wash my hands. My eyes are funny. Or is it my sight that is funny... anyway, better sit down again. We leave the party (but not before spikey asks: "will you be my girlfriend?" and I wonder why I wasn't invited to this kind of parties when I was fifteen, or maybe I went to sleep and slept for fifteen years and only just got up and just didn't realise that I'm not at all twenty-nine but fourteen and this is sooo cool but still a bit scary and I wonder if mum and dad will find out and wait till I tell the girls at school they'll be so jealous and... no). The night is almost over, but not till I manage to utter the words: "chicken good - yeah".
The rest of the weekend goes up in smoke, mostly at my place and then it's tuesday and we all go back to work.
Thursday night at the pub with work, then into town to meet spikey, go to a restaurant, good food, lotsa wine - good. So far, so good. Right. Oh, hang on, forgot something...
Thursday morning at the Department of Genitourinary Medicine... so far, so very not good. Get a pack of antibiotics, told not to drink alcohol for 5 days. Right. As of tomorrow.
Now. Late Thursday night trying to find my keys in my rather large bag (good when I need to bring an extra pair of shoes or other items of clothing along with me - what! a girl can't always know in the morning what she wants to wear in the evening!). Right. Keys not there and the oh so very yummie (who, by the way, is very cool about the you know what) standing right here... hmmm... what to do? Well, nothing to do but break in. So that's what I do. Alarmingly easy. Mental note - eeehh... remember to do something about that...
Friday spent recovering, start taking my pills, two in morning, two in evening. Go see a movie, spend the night at spikey's. So far, no disasters. Oh, unless you'd call spending the night at a new guy's studio flat when his cousin is visiting and sleeping on the sofa a disaster. I'd call it weird. Definately. Did I mention I'm almost thirty?
Saturday (once again). Apparently I'm going to meet his friends today. Actually, my plan was to play tourist over easter, you know, see the sights, go to museums and all that, but hey... So we go to the pub, watch the game (yes!), drink a few pints... of lemonade, oh yes, mad stuff! Now meeting a guy's friends is always tricky. Not being allowed to drink makes it worse. fact. Now these are a bunch of pretty laid back people, which makes it not so bad. So far, so good. Now he's been talking about this drug (yes!), MD (yes!), which is supposed to be really good (where is this going???)
>>>fast forward>>>
The guys are jamming in the kitchen and I wonder if my head is funny 'cause of the class B smoke or the class A drug... anyway, think I better sit down. In a bit. A girl comes up and says something to me. I answer. I think. Notify my guy that I'm going to sit down because my head is funny. Go to the bathroom. Have to remove a mirror from the sink to wash my hands. My eyes are funny. Or is it my sight that is funny... anyway, better sit down again. We leave the party (but not before spikey asks: "will you be my girlfriend?" and I wonder why I wasn't invited to this kind of parties when I was fifteen, or maybe I went to sleep and slept for fifteen years and only just got up and just didn't realise that I'm not at all twenty-nine but fourteen and this is sooo cool but still a bit scary and I wonder if mum and dad will find out and wait till I tell the girls at school they'll be so jealous and... no). The night is almost over, but not till I manage to utter the words: "chicken good - yeah".
The rest of the weekend goes up in smoke, mostly at my place and then it's tuesday and we all go back to work.
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