So that was the first big weekend of this summer.
Starts thursday, as usual, with a canteen quiz and again no one wins the big cash prize. Later, I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldnt feel thats theres any animosity between us, and then I even go and make peace with her. Shouldnt have bothered.
Then on friday night, we went through to the Arches.
There was only one car going, so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in. We saw others waiting in the front of the queue, so we skipped in. It was a good night. Everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me she had, infact, been a pig.
When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe. I didnt like the look of it, so we left and got a taxi back to Morags flat. I couldnt sleep, so I sat up drinking someone elses strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up.
Then at 10 o'clock in the morning, we went downstairs to buy some drink. We intended to watch the football in the afternoon, but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it. Awaking to find that England had won 2-0.
Then we went to get the train home, and had a few in the station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous nights supplies, so when we got home we decided to go down to Johns indie disco. Same story as friday, lots of hugging, lots of dancing, etc, etc.
I couldnt sleep again, so we went to the park to look at the town. Taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs, and groins. But we had a good laugh on the stuff. Especially the tube slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to look at the town. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.
Sunday afternoon, we go up to Johns with a lot of beer in time to watch The Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy. Except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end, and to tell you the truth, my eyes were a bit damp.
Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street.
We went up the pub about ten. It was busy for a sunday night. Lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankily. But I didnt really speak to her. Shes probably still a bitch anyway.
Her friend Gillian was there. I had a chat with her. She was still quite pleasant. At the same time, I watched Malcom make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night, or something. I couldnt sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares. Matthew said I should cut down on the cheese.
I got some sleep, eventually, on monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day. And Later that evening, Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown. £1.79 a litre, 8.2% - Mmm. Judith and Laura came round later, and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town.
Went out for the weekend, it lasted forever.
