Kiss and tell...
My hair needs cutting, and possibly dying. My skin is suffering from the amount I smoke at the moment. I have quite a number of grey hairs sprouting from my scalp. Stress related, perhaps? I haven't had a period in two months. I'm not complaining about that though.
I should really be in bed right now but I feel like writing a record of events about this weekend just gone, as it was like a fucked up crazy dream but it actually did happen. Plus I have been waiting for Goldfrapp - 'Ooh La La' to download.
So where to start...
I had been throwing around the idea of going to see the Test-Icicles show in Manchester, Chris said he'd go with me, but then he went out on Thursday and on Friday he was ill from drinking too much. Not really surprising. So I thought I can't go on my own as it's strange. I text Dev and told him my situation. He text me back saying he knew something would go wrong.
I didn't want to stay in Friday night though. I felt shit enough with all this Owen stuff going on and I didn't want to waste the days off I do get from work as I work damn hard in the week and I'm always too tired to really do anything else afterwards.
Pete had gone out, so he wasn't going to give me a lift. My parents were going out so my dad couldn't give me a lift... Then Pete's phone started ringing. He left his phone at home, hurrah! Now I had an idea. I'd get Clare's number and see if she wanted to go, she lives in Manchester so I could stay at hers afterwards too. I rang Clare at 6:45pm. She was going to the pub but said she'd love to go as it sounded like it could be fun. By 8:15pm I was on the train to Piccadilly! I did well getting ready that quickly. I got a taxi to Liverpool, it arrived before my parents taxi arrived even though I called mine 5 minutes later than they called theirs. "It's all about eleven thirty-three!" I told my parents, who always use the 2020 taxis. They're always slow! So I get to Lime Street and as soon as I have bought my train tickets, I'm on a train to Manchester two minutes later, just as it's leaving. Which was pretty good timimg as this Italian dude had started chatting me up trying to make me get on the Warrington train with him. I'm like, err, no, I have to get on this train and it's leaving! Hehe. I met Clare at the station and went in the toilets, honestly I thought I'd gone in the ladies but apparently not. I came out of the toilet and there was a guy with no shirt on stood at the sinks, so I think it's a bit odd why is he in the ladies, wash my hands then turn my head slightly and see the urinals. Ah crap. I dry my hands on the hand dryer as if I'm not embarrased and leave, giggling to myself.
Clare and I walked to the Bier Keller, where the show was. It was really cool inside, quite dark, little dance floor area, little stage set up, then these big long wooden tables and bench seating. Pretty cosy. We sat in a corner and chain drank Sminoff Ice Black and smoked king size L&Bs by the pack load. I didn't even know Clare smoked. Some guys came and at next to us, one of them sitting right next to me was doing a great job of chatting me up, until he asked if I knew the bands, at which point I was a little tipsy and told him how one the the band members from TI was my ex and I haven't seen him in over a year so I was nervous and excited. Think it might have put him off, but it didn't stop his mate from looking after our stuff while we went to dance to the Neon Plastics, who were really good. They could have moved about more, put on more of a show. But it sounded good, and we danced our lil legs off so I guess I can't really complain.
I saw Dev walk across by the bar, and I felt my stomach tighten. It was so strange to be in the same room as him after all this time and when we were dancing he was stood near the bar and I pretended not to see him and moved to the other side of the dance floor haha. After the Neon Plastics, we went for a toilet break and walked past Dev on the way out. We hugged and felt weird and he introduced us to Rory, who's well fit, haha! Then he had to go set up, so we went and drank more and smoked more and danced to his set. They were good, they sounded good, they performed amazingly. I always loved Dev's stage presence. And the three of them just looked like they were having such a good time "fucking shit up" that it made it even better so you didn't really care that you missed some of the guitar parts because when Sam was playing the lead kept falling out...
After their set, Dev came and sat with me. It was odd, I know I keep using words like "weird" and "strange", but it was, but in a good way, I think? It didn't feel like it had really been seventeen months since we last saw each other. And maybe it was the vodka, or maybe it was just something that never really went away and was being sparked back up again, but we ended up kissing. Infact, I kissed him. Or I initiated it. But it was going to happen. We decided I was going to stay in the hotel with him and the boys so we got Clare a taxi home and we got in the big red van. We went to a Premier Travel Inn where we saw a load of hula girls and Rory made me the hottest cup of tea ever and we talked shit until me and Dev went to another room to sleep. But we didn't end up sleeping. I said I wasn't going to be that girl. But I was. And I can't blame it on being drunk because that's not really a valid excuse. So now I'm basically that girl who I had always hated. But I don't regret it one bit.
Rory came to the room to get some sleep, I have no idea what time it was by then. Dev and I whispered about things, and he asked me what I thought and I told him I didn't think he was ready for a serious relationship because he's still young and I think history would probably just repeat itself. He'd get bored and curious. Maybe I'd get bored too. Long distance relationships aren't healthy. Not for me anyway. Plus with him going on tour and getting all famous, he'll have so many hot girls wanting his rockstar ass, he doesn't seriously want to be tied down, does he? Not when in America anyway. I'm all for hot American girls!
I had broken sleep until we had to get up and leave, so Dev played acoustic while Sam skated and I shaked on the carpark floor having a smoke.
I forgot to take pictures in the venue. So I only have the one picture, which was lame of me.
Keith gave me a lift to the train station and Dev walked me to the platform. We hugged and kissed and I felt really happy. Not to say goodbye, but to have seen him and been able to spend the night with him. I can't wait for next Friday.
I got to Liverpool Lime Steet then walked about town. Bought some tops from Topshop and got some batteries for my mp3 player. I caught a train back home late afternoon and went to bed. Owen rang me at 8pm and woke me up saying he was coming over in a minute with Chris and Dan and we were going to Dan's to drink before the KH.
I got ready in 10 minutes. Including straightening my wet curly hair! It went so frizzy inside the KH though. It was an alnighter and the hottest ever. I danced my ass off with Lee and Chris and Mike. I talked to Dan and katie for ages. I hardly saw Owen the whole night, then we got the bus home and I didn't have a key, so I stayed in Katies bed at Owen's house. He was well annoyed that I had to stay at his. I don't understand why if we're supposed to be mates though. He's a fucking idiot sometimes, he really is. On the walk to his house he told me he pulled some 18 year old girl. Then when I asked for details, he wouldn't give any, but then said there was more than one. I didn't actually care, I thought I would when it eventually happened. But I didn't.
I slept in Katies bed til 11am, then walked home and got in my own bed. It felt so good! I had a text on my phone from Owen from 4am asking if I was okay as I'd "seemed to be acting quite strange". I replied saying that I didn't think I was being strange, I had a really good night dancing furious and that he did well pulling a girl! He replied saying he didn't really pull, he "could have but didn't want to, so it's the same thing really". Err... OKAY. Weird boy! I told him he should stop lying to me.
I spent most of today sleeping. I'm so lazy. Watched Top Gear then Owen sent me a text asking if he could come round so I could do his hair and that he'd buy some snacks, I was about to reply saying no, when he walked into my bedroom. I didn't even hear the doorbell as I had music on, and was in my dressing gown. Cheeky sod. We watched the Mighty Boosh, ate snacks, and I did his hair for him. It was cool, I think when he's not being a dick he's alright as a mate. You never know it might all work out fine.
This has been long. And now it's bedtime.