J: The Past and A New Cocktail
Just ran into an old mate I used to live with in 1st year.
Apart from her settling down and being a librarian, all is the same as usual -
drinking whiskey being at the forefront (good, good) -
and all the other girls from the same time are doing exactly the same thing.
One is living with her fella and still having almighty infidelity-inspired rows,
and the other has (again) just broken up with some guy and it's trauma.
And I'm still writing and being rootless, so it's all like 8 years ago, really.
I didn't go to last week's date's birthday for five "Ally McBeal"-style reasons
that are too tedious to go into.
(I hate Ally McBeal.)
But he texted me and we sorted out the potential mess before it became one.
He was cool enough to admit that he was a bit uncomfortable about sex...
And I'm a bit randy, so that would never work out.
And I think it's great that he was honest enough to say so.
My Number One most hated character trait is dishonesty AKA lying AKA withholding the truth.
I can deal with anything as long as people are honest about it.
Can't understand people who'd "rather not know"... Get a spine, jerks.
My sisters just rang to say they were on the pier we used to go to as kids.
Dunno what the fit of nostalgia is all about,
my folks texted me from there a few weeks ago,
saying they were thinking of the times we used to go paddling while Gran sat in the car...
I suppose it's cos it's Eddie's last year at home,
and the rest of us are living away and have (shudder) careers (of sorts, in my case)...
And it was The Blessings of the Graves at home this weekend,
so everyone's missing Gran (as always).
Blessings of the Graves, for those who don't know,
is a quaint custom whereby everyone freezez their arses off in agraveyard for hours on end,
while the priest mumbles decades of the rosary into a microphone
and goes around sprinkling holy water on graves with a little dishmop.
Spy was fun.
I drank a ridiculously expensive cocktail that featured heavily on fresh crushed mint leaves.
Bit like sucking vodka through grass.
Yum.
I can't go to Belfast on Thursday to see The Tears cos I've got to do a reading in Anthology Books.
Boo!
I like the new Black Eyed Peas song, "Phunk With My Heart".
I realise this is a travesty of dorkiness, but hey.
Apart from her settling down and being a librarian, all is the same as usual -
drinking whiskey being at the forefront (good, good) -
and all the other girls from the same time are doing exactly the same thing.
One is living with her fella and still having almighty infidelity-inspired rows,
and the other has (again) just broken up with some guy and it's trauma.
And I'm still writing and being rootless, so it's all like 8 years ago, really.
I didn't go to last week's date's birthday for five "Ally McBeal"-style reasons
that are too tedious to go into.
(I hate Ally McBeal.)
But he texted me and we sorted out the potential mess before it became one.
He was cool enough to admit that he was a bit uncomfortable about sex...
And I'm a bit randy, so that would never work out.
And I think it's great that he was honest enough to say so.
My Number One most hated character trait is dishonesty AKA lying AKA withholding the truth.
I can deal with anything as long as people are honest about it.
Can't understand people who'd "rather not know"... Get a spine, jerks.
My sisters just rang to say they were on the pier we used to go to as kids.
Dunno what the fit of nostalgia is all about,
my folks texted me from there a few weeks ago,
saying they were thinking of the times we used to go paddling while Gran sat in the car...
I suppose it's cos it's Eddie's last year at home,
and the rest of us are living away and have (shudder) careers (of sorts, in my case)...
And it was The Blessings of the Graves at home this weekend,
so everyone's missing Gran (as always).
Blessings of the Graves, for those who don't know,
is a quaint custom whereby everyone freezez their arses off in agraveyard for hours on end,
while the priest mumbles decades of the rosary into a microphone
and goes around sprinkling holy water on graves with a little dishmop.
Spy was fun.
I drank a ridiculously expensive cocktail that featured heavily on fresh crushed mint leaves.
Bit like sucking vodka through grass.
Yum.
I can't go to Belfast on Thursday to see The Tears cos I've got to do a reading in Anthology Books.
Boo!
I like the new Black Eyed Peas song, "Phunk With My Heart".
I realise this is a travesty of dorkiness, but hey.