OK, first off I am fairly tipsy, so I shall apologise in advance for any bad spelling, or anything else that is bad in this entry. You'll just have to pretend to yourselves that I am my usual witty and intelligent self. Not too hard then.
Went to the pub tonight with
zaphod_4,
fifithepink,
keith_hood, Racheeee, and Gemma. The Railway (where we normally head) was closed for a private party (grrr, argh), so we went to the Swan and Mitre, or the S&M if you will! I met Emma first and we sat and chatted about life, the universe, and everything. Then everyone else turned up and we commendeered the football table, and I won most of my games. I lost the first to Gemma (3-7 ouch!) , but we played again keeping the same scores and it ended at 10 all, so we reset and had a play off, with me winning the final 7-3. I think that means I win over all, although Gemma set about claiming that I didn't so, I don't know. We then played with some nice randoms who were in the pub all the way from West London (who's name I completely forget, bad DG.) but they were very nice and Keith and I made sure that we didn't beat them too hard... We then played pool, which was confusing, because there was a yellow ball instead of the black, and I potted that on the second shot, thus losing the game and entering me into the idiot's who can't remember an instruction for longer than two seconds hall of fame. Since I had to go and see
fifithepink off into the car with her mother, halfway through the second game, but I think we won, because Keith said he did. They then left the pub (leaving my handbag and drink behind...) and met us where Fifi was getting picked up. I had a bit of a moan about that and the sweetie that is
keith_hood went and retrived my bag (and my drink, thus stealing a glass from the S&M and being bad.)
I randomly met up with some girls from my old class at Newstead (when I was in my correct year) which was very strange, although I get the feeling that they were very uncomfortable to see me, especially when I mentioned that I hadn't talked to any of them for a good two years of so. Probably more like 3.
Then we sang outrageously to Delilah by Tom Jones and 1000 miles (if that's what it's called), and then we went home. I am now singing (softly) along to my music collection, which I didn't realise had some much rubbish in it - time for a clean out tomorrow. Oh, and I think someone has been feeding my cat the crazy pills because she is currently attacking a nonexsistent something on my duvet.
Also, my father is watching a film called Below, which is about a haunted submarine. Am I the only one who see the serious problems with the plot line and premise of the film?
[/drunken randomness]
Night all!