just like old times
Yesterday was Ally's birthday, and I think we did it in style. She came around at lunch time so that Mark and I could give her our present. She loved the awesome blue mirror we bought her, but I didn't get a photo of it. I also made her marbled cupcakes. I was just going to make a plain chocolate cake out of a packet mix, but I didn't have a cake tin, and I'd already walked to the shops once and wasn't bothered to go again. I also didn't have any birthday candles, but at least she got a cupcake. Then Ally and I went shopping through town and I toured her around the new shopping centre we have here, which is still a mess.
And then after Ally left, completely unrelated to it being her birthday, Mark and I put up our Christmas tree. It was a fun occasion. I took a couple of arty photos of the ornaments, which are a little cheap and tacky. I think we bought them after Christmas last year when everything went on sale. This year we'll buy some more up market stuff. But our tree still looks good. We've got a little theme of gold and red going, with some silver chucked in there as well. We've got a gold star on the top, and next year I think we'll get an angel. I have two presents to put under the tree, but they're not wrapped yet. I'm thinking off wrapping them today.
I was really excited about putting the tree up. It actually feels like Christmas now. Soon I'll be starting my Christmas cooking. I'm doing the pudding first, maybe this week. It'll be the hardest because I've never done anything like it before. I just hope it turns out alright! I'm making two, so I really hope they do because I won't make a trial run one!
Then we went to dinner, and it was very exciting having both Ally and Charlotte not only just in the same restaurant, but in the same country! They haven't seen each other for about two years, since before Charlotte went to Switzerland. We had dinner at our favourite restaurant, just lilke old times. And just like old times, it was fun, and with lots of sexual innuendo. Mostly from Ally, and not much from Mark, which is surprising. Mark has mellowed and Ally has definately picked it up in the short time she's been back! Ally's usually pretty innocent, but not anymore! I think it's all the getting drunk at uni and waking up in random dorm rooms and not remembering how she got there that's doing it to her. Our Ally is definately back. We spent most of the night laughing, and I bet we were the loudest group in the restaurant.
We, well Ally and Charlotte, were a little uncivilised at dinner, drinking the last of their Pink out of the bottle! I don't like Pink that much, but I drank a little bottle anyway. They don't have any other nice alcohol there, except for maybe a vodka and coke, but I didn't want that. It's an old time tradition that we always have a photo of Ally eating, because that's always what she seems to be doing when the cameras are pulled out. We got one of her eating the garlic bread, but drinking sparkling out of the bottle is just so much more classy! Ally and I only had one bottle, while Charlotte had two, and Mark had three beers. I had a coke afterwards, but I needed it after the sparkling that I didn't think was very sweet.
We let it slip to the waitress that it was Ally's birthday, so she put a sparkler in Ally's dessert. She had the tear drop, which is a dark chocolate shell filled with chocolate mousse. Charlotte had a lemon tart, and put her cream all over Ally's face after we'd finished eating. Mark and I had a chocolate mousse each. That place has the nicest mousse. We always get it. No one finished all their dessert, but we all tried! Dinner, surprisingly, was quite cheap for each of us, even though there was a fair bit of alcohol involved for each of us. Mark's dinner cost the most because he had fillet mignon and three beers.
Then we went home, where we sat around, listening to music and continued drinking. It was a good night, except for Michael. I'd texted him earlier asking him to dinner, and he said he had some family emergency so I texted back "aww but it's Ally's birthday" like just joking, because I was pretty sure he wouldn't turn up anyway because we don't see him often. He didn't take it the way we meant it, which he never really does, he's way more literal than the rest of us, and got the shits an said he didn't care who's birthday it was. We left him alone after that because he's a bit touchy when it comes to his girlfriend (who had the family emergency) and he's pretty sensitive the to fact that we don't really like her. Then either Charlotte messaged him or he messaged her, but I'm pretty sure she messaged him, and he started going off at her for no reason. They swore at each other for a good half an hour through text. We thought it was funny, but he obviously didn't. We were just joking, but he didn't know that. And we found out that Ally is a bit of an angry drunk because she was swearing at carrying on about Michael, which was actually quite funny. He probably hates us now, but we only ever hear from him like once every six months anyway. He's pretty under the thumb, and he pretty much just fell off the face of the earth after school.
Just like old times, all we did really was sit around and make sexual comments and drink. Much like we used to do when Ally and I were underage and Mark, Charlotte and Michael weren't, except this time there were differences. We were drinking wine and spirits, not alcopops. And Michael wasn't there. There was an underlying tension that was only felt whenever something specific was brought up, which stemmed from my depression and the fact that everyone knows about it now. There was lots that didn't have to be explained to Ally because she reads this and knows most things. There was no dancing, and no hooking up like I did with Amy a few times on a few drunken nights. It felt like we were back being seventeen and eighteen and drinking in Mark's little house in his back yard. It was so much fun. I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages.
Mark drank the most out of all of us, and Ally was probably close behind him. She was quite drunk, and it was good fun. I had a few drinks, but kept myself under control cause I knew if I drank more I'd ruin the night (probably only for myself because no one else would notice), and I'd have to look after people in the morning. Mark went upstairs and crashed at about 11pm, which was quite early for him, but by his standards, he had had a lot to drink. I tried to get him to come back downstairs but he wouldn't. So then I got doonas for Ally and Charlotte, who had decided to crash, and put all the glasses in the sink and made room for the girls to sleep. Shortly after I went to bed.
Mark threw up at around 2:30am. Charlotte said she heard him, but I only heard the shower going. I wondered why he was showering at that time, and he said it was so he didn't throw up again. He must have been pretty sick. He couldn't get to sleep again for ages after. I did wake him when I went to bed and tried to get him to drink water. Of course he didn't listen.
I woke up around 6am, just like I said I would, and heard someone leave. It was Charlotte, or at least I thought it was because she said she might have to leave early. I finally got out of bed around 7am, and had a shower and went downstairs and both Ally and Charlotte had left. That was random, but Ally said she woke and got bored. I was awake then, so if I'd known I would have gotten out of bed.
I spent the morning (so far) doing little tasks until I dragged Mark out of bed around 10:30am. I did a load of washing and hung it inside (because it's been dark and cloudy but still quite hot for days now). Charlotte left her camera here so I stole her photos and put them on my own computer, and then uploaded a whole heap of photos onto Facebook. I talked to a net friend for a while, actually I talked to two; one on MSN and one on Facebook. It's really worrying me how down these girls are and how many times they've been so close to the edge. I would reach through my computer to comfort them if I could, but all I have is words. I wrote out some more Christmas cards, now the only ones I need to do are the ones I don't have addresses for. I went and posted them too, and bought Mark some more panadol.
Now I'm just sitting around passing time until I have to go to work this afternoon, which I'm not really looking forward to.
And then after Ally left, completely unrelated to it being her birthday, Mark and I put up our Christmas tree. It was a fun occasion. I took a couple of arty photos of the ornaments, which are a little cheap and tacky. I think we bought them after Christmas last year when everything went on sale. This year we'll buy some more up market stuff. But our tree still looks good. We've got a little theme of gold and red going, with some silver chucked in there as well. We've got a gold star on the top, and next year I think we'll get an angel. I have two presents to put under the tree, but they're not wrapped yet. I'm thinking off wrapping them today.
I was really excited about putting the tree up. It actually feels like Christmas now. Soon I'll be starting my Christmas cooking. I'm doing the pudding first, maybe this week. It'll be the hardest because I've never done anything like it before. I just hope it turns out alright! I'm making two, so I really hope they do because I won't make a trial run one!
Then we went to dinner, and it was very exciting having both Ally and Charlotte not only just in the same restaurant, but in the same country! They haven't seen each other for about two years, since before Charlotte went to Switzerland. We had dinner at our favourite restaurant, just lilke old times. And just like old times, it was fun, and with lots of sexual innuendo. Mostly from Ally, and not much from Mark, which is surprising. Mark has mellowed and Ally has definately picked it up in the short time she's been back! Ally's usually pretty innocent, but not anymore! I think it's all the getting drunk at uni and waking up in random dorm rooms and not remembering how she got there that's doing it to her. Our Ally is definately back. We spent most of the night laughing, and I bet we were the loudest group in the restaurant.
We, well Ally and Charlotte, were a little uncivilised at dinner, drinking the last of their Pink out of the bottle! I don't like Pink that much, but I drank a little bottle anyway. They don't have any other nice alcohol there, except for maybe a vodka and coke, but I didn't want that. It's an old time tradition that we always have a photo of Ally eating, because that's always what she seems to be doing when the cameras are pulled out. We got one of her eating the garlic bread, but drinking sparkling out of the bottle is just so much more classy! Ally and I only had one bottle, while Charlotte had two, and Mark had three beers. I had a coke afterwards, but I needed it after the sparkling that I didn't think was very sweet.
We let it slip to the waitress that it was Ally's birthday, so she put a sparkler in Ally's dessert. She had the tear drop, which is a dark chocolate shell filled with chocolate mousse. Charlotte had a lemon tart, and put her cream all over Ally's face after we'd finished eating. Mark and I had a chocolate mousse each. That place has the nicest mousse. We always get it. No one finished all their dessert, but we all tried! Dinner, surprisingly, was quite cheap for each of us, even though there was a fair bit of alcohol involved for each of us. Mark's dinner cost the most because he had fillet mignon and three beers.
Then we went home, where we sat around, listening to music and continued drinking. It was a good night, except for Michael. I'd texted him earlier asking him to dinner, and he said he had some family emergency so I texted back "aww but it's Ally's birthday" like just joking, because I was pretty sure he wouldn't turn up anyway because we don't see him often. He didn't take it the way we meant it, which he never really does, he's way more literal than the rest of us, and got the shits an said he didn't care who's birthday it was. We left him alone after that because he's a bit touchy when it comes to his girlfriend (who had the family emergency) and he's pretty sensitive the to fact that we don't really like her. Then either Charlotte messaged him or he messaged her, but I'm pretty sure she messaged him, and he started going off at her for no reason. They swore at each other for a good half an hour through text. We thought it was funny, but he obviously didn't. We were just joking, but he didn't know that. And we found out that Ally is a bit of an angry drunk because she was swearing at carrying on about Michael, which was actually quite funny. He probably hates us now, but we only ever hear from him like once every six months anyway. He's pretty under the thumb, and he pretty much just fell off the face of the earth after school.
Just like old times, all we did really was sit around and make sexual comments and drink. Much like we used to do when Ally and I were underage and Mark, Charlotte and Michael weren't, except this time there were differences. We were drinking wine and spirits, not alcopops. And Michael wasn't there. There was an underlying tension that was only felt whenever something specific was brought up, which stemmed from my depression and the fact that everyone knows about it now. There was lots that didn't have to be explained to Ally because she reads this and knows most things. There was no dancing, and no hooking up like I did with Amy a few times on a few drunken nights. It felt like we were back being seventeen and eighteen and drinking in Mark's little house in his back yard. It was so much fun. I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages.
Mark drank the most out of all of us, and Ally was probably close behind him. She was quite drunk, and it was good fun. I had a few drinks, but kept myself under control cause I knew if I drank more I'd ruin the night (probably only for myself because no one else would notice), and I'd have to look after people in the morning. Mark went upstairs and crashed at about 11pm, which was quite early for him, but by his standards, he had had a lot to drink. I tried to get him to come back downstairs but he wouldn't. So then I got doonas for Ally and Charlotte, who had decided to crash, and put all the glasses in the sink and made room for the girls to sleep. Shortly after I went to bed.
Mark threw up at around 2:30am. Charlotte said she heard him, but I only heard the shower going. I wondered why he was showering at that time, and he said it was so he didn't throw up again. He must have been pretty sick. He couldn't get to sleep again for ages after. I did wake him when I went to bed and tried to get him to drink water. Of course he didn't listen.
I woke up around 6am, just like I said I would, and heard someone leave. It was Charlotte, or at least I thought it was because she said she might have to leave early. I finally got out of bed around 7am, and had a shower and went downstairs and both Ally and Charlotte had left. That was random, but Ally said she woke and got bored. I was awake then, so if I'd known I would have gotten out of bed.
I spent the morning (so far) doing little tasks until I dragged Mark out of bed around 10:30am. I did a load of washing and hung it inside (because it's been dark and cloudy but still quite hot for days now). Charlotte left her camera here so I stole her photos and put them on my own computer, and then uploaded a whole heap of photos onto Facebook. I talked to a net friend for a while, actually I talked to two; one on MSN and one on Facebook. It's really worrying me how down these girls are and how many times they've been so close to the edge. I would reach through my computer to comfort them if I could, but all I have is words. I wrote out some more Christmas cards, now the only ones I need to do are the ones I don't have addresses for. I went and posted them too, and bought Mark some more panadol.
Now I'm just sitting around passing time until I have to go to work this afternoon, which I'm not really looking forward to.