What She Did Next

K has gone to Dublin for the weekend to see Boyzone (dear God I have to actually live with a boyband lover! Hahaha).

S came over to stay on Friday and we made pizzas and drank lots of wine. M joined us for a a bit and we decided to debut our sock skiing skills. We put on some slipper socks inside out, polished up the laminate floor with furniture polish, and zoomed around like idiots. We rocketed up and down the hallway and across the lounge. There were a few accidents (me walking passed the toilet and going arse over tit, lovely bruises on my thigh from that mishap!). M left and H came over to join in the fun.

And ohhhh what fun. We'll regret it in the morning though!

Seriously, if you have access to any laminate flooring, do it. Furniture polish and slipper socks. It's hilarious fun, especially when undertaken in conjunction with consumption of alcohol!!!! A highly recommended activity for all (except physically handicapped, probably not the best idea). Great exercise too!

Thursday 26th June 2008

Frantically trying to find a suitable second hand rat cage in the paper. (£80 new! cant afford that!).

Found one in town about 10 miles away..but rats are in town 20 miles opposite direction. Looks like it will be a busy evening!

Left work at 5:30pm...had a wax booked at the salon for 6:30pm.

Went for wax (OW OW OW! Seriously. Just. OW!) K and I then zoomed up to get the rats, Sweeney and Templeton. We wait in Pets at Home while strange young man tells us all about his budding plumbing career and his new mobile phone. I wanted to tell him to be quiet and just hand over the rats, but I'm not quite that callous and waited patiently for him to be finished. Then had a mini coronary when I realised he had an identical twin and I prayed his twin didn't talk as much as he did!

Finally get the rats into the car, and we're off on a 30 mile mission to get their cage (£20, bargain!).

Eventually we get home with the rats, which are totally in love with already. Sweeney is just so cute, he likes to sit on my shoulder and snuffle at my ear.

Our friend H, who is living just up the road, came to visit the rats (and us). He was quite impressed and he loves them now too. They're such little charmers.

So. We have pets, our rooms are the way we want them..life is pretty perfect at the moment.

Tuesday 24th June 2008

We met the Landlord! He seemed very nice and friendly. He fixed the dangerously loose laminate floor panel I nearly killed myself on while moving boxes on Friday.

We asked him if he would mind if we kept pet rats. He said that was fine! Hoorah. We can have pets!

My Grandfather came over and bought with him a microwave and a worktop grill thing. One of those lean, mean, fat reducing thingies. Excellent.

I don't really get along with my Grandfather (long story, might go into it another time) so I was glad K was there with me, but it was good of him to give us stuff and to visit.

Friday 20th June

We moved house! K and I have got our own flat together. I took the day off to start moving things and to collect the keys and K would be joining me once she finished work.

I loaded my silly small car up with boxes, drove the 5 or so miles to the next town and started to unload. My GOD! I hadn't done that much exercise in a long time. TWO flights of stairs and three doors to get through. It took me about 10 trips up and down the stairs. Luckily I thought to bring my duvet and pillows in the first load so I had something to collapse on in the lounge to recover. That, and a cigarette on the balcony to calm myself.

Two of those trips bringing my stuff, then the other arrived about 6pm. K with 3 car loads of stuff and myself with another 2 car loads and a van full of furniture.

Once it was all unloaded we unpacked a little and then on to Tesco for a major food shop. We loaded up £150 worth of goods into our trolley and lo and behold...we end up at a checkout with a Polish trainee. 2 million lightyears later...we get out of Tesco. However, we start beeping loudly as we leave because Mrs Poland forgot to take a security tag off. Then we get accused of being drunk by the security guard (how bloody dare he, we haven't touched a drop!).

We arrived home at about midnight and continued with the unpacking until about 2am, at which point K joins me in my bed (hers hasnt arrived yet) and we fall into a dead sleep.

Alarm woke us at 7:30am at which point we realised we had forgotton to turn the boiler on to heat the water, and so we whizz over to my old flat for a shower. Then we are off in the van again to collect K's bed. We brought the furniture home with M's music on loud in the van and promptly got yelled at by the neighbours ('Fucking pricks'). We had already made a great impression! Oh and we also had apparently gained a reputation as car park space stealers, as we accidentally parked in the wrong spaces on Friday night. Oops.

Once we'd collected all the furniture from various locations we made a trip into town to get Subway and buy S a few little gifts (to make her feel welcome in our flat anytime).

Saturday afternoon we built shelves (well, M and I built shelves while K napped *shakes fist*).

We finally got to bed at about 10:30pm. This time K was in her own new bed!

Sunday morning K woke me with tea and porridge and climbed into my bed for a lie in. We had decided to cook a roast dinner for M and S that evening, a little ambitious, but it wasn't a complete disaster. Well ok, M and S may disagree there, but at least the yorkshire puddings were edible.

By Sunday afternoon we felt settled and at home. It's strange how fast that happened, but it felt really comfortable already.

All in all the moving weekend was hectic and exhausting but plenty of fun, and (of course) we had some wine to celebrate!! Were you in any doubt?

Well after my last posts you may be surprised to find out that this weekend I have stayed almost completely sober.

Before I take credit, I have to confess, this was not through choice.

After spending Sunday, the day of rest, in bed with the guy I am currently seeing *wink wink* and ..well ok, Monday too, I developed a kidney infection. Serves me right really. So I visited the Doctor and got some antibiotics...and so cannot drink.

Tuesday saw a hilarious trip to the land of cheap Swedish furniture and garish colours. Oh yes. Ikea. Death car took us to Croydon to frivolously buy brightly coloured junk that we dont really need, and also some things we do need for the new flat. Pillow fights, fancy dress and jumping on beds. What a good way to spend a Tuesday evening!

I was supposed to attend a superbly large night out in Brighton on Friday night for a friend's birthday, but due to the fact I knew I had to stay sober, and wasn't feeling 100% because of the antibiotics, I chose to stay home and watch Big Brother (yeah, yeah, sad I know).

Saturday I had my hair cut and the hair dresser requested I appear in his portfolio, so I am to go out on location with him and his photographer to get some arty hair pictures taken.

Saturday afternoon I picked up S and we went on a mini spending spree. Acquired some nice new clothes and ridiculously over priced make up,but it definitely made me feel better.

Came home after that to get ready to go out to London to see R (guy I'm seeing). I met him in Camden for some drinks. He was already half cut when I got there, but I met his friends and then we headed off to a club.

I was attempting alcohol..but to be honest, it really wasn't having an effect on me. I managed to drink 10 or so drinks and a couple of shots and felt nothing, so I gave up and stuck to soft drinks. My kidneys will thank me for this decision, I'm sure.

It was a strange night. I enjoyed meeting R's friends. They all seemed really nice but it is difficult to feel included when you are the only sober person. I had a few ridiculous conversations with random people in the club, danced a little etc. Met some interesting characters for sure.

The club closed at 4am but we bought after party tickets to stay on until 6am. Unfortunately one of R's friends managed to wander outside and they wouldn't let him back in, so at 5:15am we had to go and find him. We then had a 2 hour wait for the Underground trains to start. During this time, for entertainment, R's friends offered him all the change they had between them to get in the fountain naked. I protested as there was security around, but my efforts were in vain. Off came the clothes and he waded into the fountain in all his glory. Once I realised the security were laughing as much as we were, I relaxed and found it just as funny as everyone else.

Freezing cold and very sober, I waited with them all for the tube to start. We looked a right state. At some point in the night one of R's friends put red lipstick on him and herself and they went on a kissing rampage, leaving red lip prints on everyone. I had them on my chest and cheeks, and where I had wiped at them I was left with marks that looked like bruises. I had long ago abandoned my shoes, cursing and swearing at them for destroying my feet. I looked like the victim of domestic abuse, and once I had left the group to make my way home (I live in the opposite direction from them), I got asked by 3 different people if I was ok. Oh dear.

Am I too old for this? Hmm. I keep asking myself that. At what age does it become unacceptable to roll in home at 9:30am, smudged with my make up, and other peoples lipstick, feet covered in blisters, stinking of alcohol and cigarettes? Although, when I put it like that, it doesn't seem acceptable at any age. There is a fine line between a young person out and enjoying themselves, and a sad case trying to hold onto their youth. However, I don't think at 23 I am coming close to the latter yet.

I got home at 9:30am, crawled straight into bed and slept until 4:30pm. Now I'm sitting writing this at 9:45pm, just about ready to go back to sleep until it's time for work.

Once again, an eventful weekend.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

I wake up in a single bed, K next to me. I can hardly see for smudged black eye make up. Something is terribly wrong.

Flashback Naked in bed with someone
Flashback Naked in bed with a girl
Flashback Me vomiting in the toilet

I wake up K, go and find S and we make a speedy escape back to the car, sunglasses on and heads dipped in hangover agony and a distinct feeling of shame.

Thankfully I discover that I was not the only one indulging in debauchery. S had gotten rather intimately friendly with a guy we'll call J (despite S generally preferring girls, it looks like we swapped places for the night). K had also played a little tonsil tennis with a guy she claims not to find even remotely attractive.

Why do we do it?

Is what we ask ourselves each and every time this happens. In case you were in any doubt, no, this is not the first time and no, it probably wont be the last time, despite our declarations of only drinking responsibly from now on. We are young attractive women with a lust for life (and of course alcohol) and very little responsibility.

With our heads in our hands we make our way home in the car, bowling through Brightin in the bright Saturday morning sunshine, not reflecting our moods whatsoever, the cheesy 90's pop banished in favour of the radio and arrive home around 11am.

I have 2 hours to change and recover before I have to go to London for the gig of the year.

Must shower!

I dash into the bathroom, and unchanging quickly I discover...cigarettes...in my bra. What. The. Hell?

Dramatic pause for uncontrollable laughter. Text K and S to convey my discovery. More laughter.

Finally I make it into the shower, whizz around the flat preparing to go out and M (current housemate and ex boyfriend) and I leave for London. We pick up A and N and head off to Wembley Stadium (my first time) to see the almighty Foo Fighters.

They played an amazing set, in the rain, supported by Supergrass and The Futureheads. For the encore they had Jimmy Paige and John Paul Jones (of Led Zeppelin fame in case you don't know) join them on stage and play Zeppelin classics, much to the delight of the 86,000 person strong crowd.

Fireworks explode everywhere, the crowd does wild...and it's over. Until next time. Oh what a night. Two in a row in fact.

The journey home was a nightmare. An hour and a half via foot and hot and sweaty tube to the car, then another 90 minutes drive home. Sleep sleep sleep!

Let Sunday be a day of rest!

Friday 6th June 2008

Just like any other Friday morning I awoke and leaped out of bed with a spring in my step knowing that the weekend was almost here. It was to be a quiet day in the office, as only one of the bosses would be in. The other was off galavanting at the South of England show, sipping champagne cocktails throughout the day in a grand marquee, no doubt.

This week I have been staying with a friend while her house mate was away. The poor thing doesn't like staying alone in the house due to a recent speight of local burglaries. The surroundings were unfamiliar and with my lack of usual morning routine to follow, I was at work a good 30 minutes early.

A traditionally mundane day followed, with highlights such as a trip to the post office and popping home for a cigarette and some crackers (curse you bikini diet) and when work was finally over a visit to the pub was in order.

My two best friends, for this blog we shall call them S and K, and I had decided earlier in the day that the party we were planning to attend was too much of an effort, so we settled for a pint at the local. However, on arriving at the pub and seeing the selection of middle aged depressives half sat, half slumped by the bar, the party plan was back on.

After downing our pints we set on a speedy mission, all crushed into my rather sexy little car, which is really only designed for 2 people but that we some how manage to regularly cram 3 into. A whirlwind stop at all our houses to change and briefly primp so that we were suitable to socialise with a far more attractive selection of people, and we were off. Speeding with the roof down, cheesy 90's pop blaring from the stereo, and grins on our faces as we prepared for the night ahead. Oh and what a night it was.

The girls managed to drink their way through a large bottle of cider on the way to the party in Brighton. As we arrived, all dying for a wee, we rushed into the party and straight up to the bathroom. We race back downstairs, introducing ourselves to people as we go, and off into the kitchen to acquire more drinks and to say hi to our friends. I promptly down 2 shots of Jack Daniels in order to catch up with their cider drinking, followed by a large JD and coke. I'm well on my way to a truly enjoyable night.

Ok to briefly explain the history, a few weeks previously we had all gone out on my birthday, and R (lovely 25 year old girl from Australia, pole dance instructor) and I had drunkenly made out on the dancefloor in the club.

We follow R upstairs to see the pole she has in her bedroom, she shows us a few moves and D challenges her to a 'pole off'. Hilarity ensued as R showed D moves and he spectacularly copied her, much to everyones surprise.

Downstairs, more drinks, a few cigarettes, a dab of MDMA, party time is well and truly here. R and I dance in the lounge to some more 90s music (nostalgic music is our thing at the moment).

Now at some point here my memory goes a little hazy. I blame the JD. R and I again, end up kissing. Oh what typical girls..but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know we are up in her bedroom together, clothes have mysteriously disappeared and we are all over each other. This isn't something I make a habit of (not with women anyway). I'll spare you all the gorey details but yes we did. A lot. And yes it was good.

An hour or so later we rejoin the party, which is still in full swing. At some point around this time someone hands me a large (and by large I mean supersize) vodka and orange. Had I been more sober I would have realised and refused it, as I know how sick vodka makes me. But no, I accept it, down it...and almost immediately throw it back up into the toilet. Way to party.

This is where my memory of Friday night ends.

Please see Saturday for aftermath!