Dearest Friends
I must humbly apologise for my slackness in posting lately - I've been without internerd access for a little bit. Its been quite sucky actually.
So what has been going on I hear you ask? Well, as I'm tired, knackered actually, I shall give you the run down on the last three days in point form:
Friday:
- Phone call from lovely friends Mary and Tick Tock person, asking me to go to the pub after work with them for a beverage or three.
- Agreed. (Duh - this was so much a given I nearly didn't put it in!)
- Worked.
- Phone call from beautiful amazing incredible tall handsome funny old friend, who I hadn't seen in yonks, and invited him out to go to the pub and crash at mine.
- He agreed.
- Met Mary and Tick Tock person at the pub.
- Had a beverage.
- Becks (as Mary christened my old friend, in recognition of his resemblance to the soccer dude) arrives, more beverages.
- Pool, laughter, dancing and beverages.
- More beverages.
- Flirting with everyone.
- More beverages.
- At this point it seemed like a good idea to have a shot... so we had a shot, followed closely by another beverage.
- More, slightly wobbly flirting.
Nice or funny things that happened Friday evening:
- Mary pointed out lots of boys that she considered to be hot, and the Tick Tock person heard her (I think it was intentional on her part) and it all got a bit tense and amusing (because it wasn't me and I had had several beverages).
- Becks waltzed with me round the pool table.
- Gorgeous lad called my eyes "the most magical blue"
- Becks remarked that I was the "queen of the pub, they were all under your spell. You rule this place."
- Once we got home, Becks and I made an antipasto platter and a cup of tea and pigged out like grownup pissy people.
- There was a knock on the door, and when I opened it, there was a boy with a sword.
- Yup.
- A Sword. A no-shit-fair-dinkum sword.
- Gorgeous boy (see above eye comment) was ushered into my house by boy with sword, and I was charged with looking after him.
- I did.
- Not like that you dirty minded buggers!!
We stayed up till 6am, and I was knackered the next day.
When I woke up, Becks had gone, and it was rather awkward between myself and gorgeous boy. However, it was kind of nice too, as he confessed to liking me (and I have a soft spot roughly the size of Africa for him) so that was lovely.
Saturday:
- Wake up thinking that I really need to let go of the Dancing Man, because I don't have *that* feeling for him.
- Have slightly awkward breakfast with Gorgeous Boy, then drive him home.
- Head to footy.
- Watch Dancing Man and my little bro win!! (Yay!!)
- Timekeep for seniors game, which is an excellent way of both perving on the teams and avoiding Dancing Man.
- Think many, many times that I am both a bitch for wanting to break up with Dancing Man, and feel gutless for not doing it, and feel that I really can't break up with someone on less than 4 hours sleep, because I'd make a hash of it.
- Fall asleep on the desk at half time.
- Wake up with drool.
- Noice.
- Finish timekeeping and almost escape ground undetected by Dancing Man. Unfortunately, he was attracted by... well me 'cos I'm so dashed hot... and I had to say a very awkward goodbye to him.
- Babysat for friends.
- Put kids to bed and promptly fell asleep on couch.
- Woken up by return of Miss L and Mr C.
- Mr. C. comments that "You are the most beautiful woman... but gee whiz, you're not much to look at in the mornings are you!?"
- Ha bloody ha.
- "Seriously, you look like crap!"
- Thanks. A. Bunch.
- Recieve permission to sleep over, Mr. C. retrieves comfy doona.
- Snore, drool and look ugly.
Sunday:
- Ponder stupidity of sleeping on small 2 seater sofa, when I am clearly of a 3 seater sofa height.
- Realign vertabrae and musculature.
- Have breakfast with Miss L.
- Head home and get showered and changed.
- Ponder stupidity and detrimental effects of lack of sleep and excess of outings and alcohol, both on finances and face.
- Am glad that I don't have to look at me.
- Pop on sunnies.
- Fuck off. I know its winter, it was sunny, and my head hurt, OK?
- Whoa. Snappy much. Sorry.
- Where were we?
- Oh yeah.
- Drove to town, made appointment to see Dancing Man.
- Watched half of "Kinky Boots" with my lovely Dad. You should see this film, btw, if you haven't already. I liked it alot.
- Saw and broke up with Dancing Man. It was rather harder than I thought it would be. He's a really good person, and I like him a whole heap.
- Head back to get Nicky.
- Watch Big Brother and am totally crushed by the departure of David.
- Cheer that love really exists with the reuniting of David and Sharif. Awww. Ain't love grand etc. etc. etc.
- Hope Camilla wins.
- Drive home.
- Write completely uselessly incoherent blog entry.
- Promise to do better next time.
- And MUST write about Melbourne trip.
- Turns off computer.
- Snore, Drool, Look Ugly.
Fin.
