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You know how I probably protested at some point that my life isn't just a bunch of parties strung together with nights out, eating out and the odd little dash of reading?
Yeah well I went to another party :) It was Helene's 22nd with the serial killer theme.
Unfortunately I was (and am) still kind of ill so the combination of red wine and talking at ffairly high volume for ages plus one late night means that when I speak I sound a little bit like Johnny Vegas. WHY?!
Anyways. Other than that it was a rather fun little party. There was cake (hurrah!), punch (not hurrah! Luckily I got away with only have one cup. Punch is deadly), and bubbles - three important ingredients for a quality party, I reckon. And I did get to see Matt eventually. Due to technical problems (in which a sat nav system became intimately familiar with tarmac as a car moved over it at speed, apparently) he arrived pretty late. But the lateness was more than made up for because he had a hilarious humongous comedy fake moustache on... hehehe ^^
And there was nearly some drama, which always makes for a memorable evening. Basically somewhere around 1am the party ran out of alchohol. Helene declared that she had a solution: we would go to Buffalo. I had no money so had to go back via my flat and for reasons unknown Matt really had to change his shirt so insisted on going back to Max's first. So the party split into three: the main bunch, Max and Matt, and me. Luckily I managed to meet up with the main party about half way because I walk fast like a panther (lol). And on the way there I was talking to a guy who's name I didn't know, but earlier in the evening Max had dubbed him 'tank top guy'. So I was chatting to TTG. Who was OK but a bit full of himself. And at one point, due to my Bill Hicks quotage, he declared that I must be 'the perfect woman'. At which point I did that thing where I squeak and scurry away. Slightly later in the night (really, not very much later at all) TTG approached me in Buffalo and I think it must have been patently clear I wasn't interested. Because he sort of shot Matt a nasty look, turned to me and said 'Oh I'll just leave you with this guy then. He's clearly much more switched on.' My reaction to this can actually only be described in internetty terms: OMGWTFBBQ? LOL. Luckily nobody else actually heard this. But... wow. How rude.
Moving on. Due to key issues (as in issues with keys rather than really central problems - although the key issue, interestingly, is kind of a central issue in the middle of the night when it's raining) Max could not get back in to his house. Really a double edged sword. Seeing as I generally lack the courage to just go up to guys I like and say 'come over and do me' and lack the subtelty to find a less brazen way to put it, I hadn't really made it clear that Matt was more than welcome to... well, you know. So because Matt was staying with Max and it was known my housemates were away they both sort of invited themselves to stay. Good because I didn't have to find a way to ask Matt back. Bad because three's a crowd. Luckily once back at the flat I brought one sleeping bag and one pillow into the living room, gave them to Max and he did pass out on the sofa fairly quickly. And thus I took Matt to my room and there was much rejoicing :)
The next day hangovers were had, much Red Dwarf was watched, the pub visited for food, and more Red Dwarf was watched. I think I may have been a little, well, foolish for not at any point grabbing hold of Matt and asking 'Ok so what's going on here? I will see you again precisely... when? ' So I still don't entirely know where I stand with him. But I have at least confirmed that I like him and he likes me, which is at very least a start.
Perhaps this will be the last party-based posts. Essay titles come out on Thursday so if I have any time to post it will probably be all about bemoaning my sudden massive workload :(
In other news I'm going home on Wednesday! And also... I probably have done some complaining about my 'lady problems' or 'womb issues' at some point. Well in order to sort that out the doctor suggested pumping hormones into me and I opted for the 3-monthly injection rather than the pill. So on Wednesday , for the first of what will probably be many times, I will be grinning and bearing it as a nurse puts a needle into my bum-cheek :D Hopefully it will make the terrible aches and erratic menstruation... go away... for a while. Also, not to be overly optimistic, if I do get together properly with Matt it will make life a bit easier. And according to the NHS website it should reduce my chances of getting cervical cancer , which can only be good.
Yeah well I went to another party :) It was Helene's 22nd with the serial killer theme.
Unfortunately I was (and am) still kind of ill so the combination of red wine and talking at ffairly high volume for ages plus one late night means that when I speak I sound a little bit like Johnny Vegas. WHY?!
Anyways. Other than that it was a rather fun little party. There was cake (hurrah!), punch (not hurrah! Luckily I got away with only have one cup. Punch is deadly), and bubbles - three important ingredients for a quality party, I reckon. And I did get to see Matt eventually. Due to technical problems (in which a sat nav system became intimately familiar with tarmac as a car moved over it at speed, apparently) he arrived pretty late. But the lateness was more than made up for because he had a hilarious humongous comedy fake moustache on... hehehe ^^
And there was nearly some drama, which always makes for a memorable evening. Basically somewhere around 1am the party ran out of alchohol. Helene declared that she had a solution: we would go to Buffalo. I had no money so had to go back via my flat and for reasons unknown Matt really had to change his shirt so insisted on going back to Max's first. So the party split into three: the main bunch, Max and Matt, and me. Luckily I managed to meet up with the main party about half way because I walk fast like a panther (lol). And on the way there I was talking to a guy who's name I didn't know, but earlier in the evening Max had dubbed him 'tank top guy'. So I was chatting to TTG. Who was OK but a bit full of himself. And at one point, due to my Bill Hicks quotage, he declared that I must be 'the perfect woman'. At which point I did that thing where I squeak and scurry away. Slightly later in the night (really, not very much later at all) TTG approached me in Buffalo and I think it must have been patently clear I wasn't interested. Because he sort of shot Matt a nasty look, turned to me and said 'Oh I'll just leave you with this guy then. He's clearly much more switched on.' My reaction to this can actually only be described in internetty terms: OMGWTFBBQ? LOL. Luckily nobody else actually heard this. But... wow. How rude.
Moving on. Due to key issues (as in issues with keys rather than really central problems - although the key issue, interestingly, is kind of a central issue in the middle of the night when it's raining) Max could not get back in to his house. Really a double edged sword. Seeing as I generally lack the courage to just go up to guys I like and say 'come over and do me' and lack the subtelty to find a less brazen way to put it, I hadn't really made it clear that Matt was more than welcome to... well, you know. So because Matt was staying with Max and it was known my housemates were away they both sort of invited themselves to stay. Good because I didn't have to find a way to ask Matt back. Bad because three's a crowd. Luckily once back at the flat I brought one sleeping bag and one pillow into the living room, gave them to Max and he did pass out on the sofa fairly quickly. And thus I took Matt to my room and there was much rejoicing :)
The next day hangovers were had, much Red Dwarf was watched, the pub visited for food, and more Red Dwarf was watched. I think I may have been a little, well, foolish for not at any point grabbing hold of Matt and asking 'Ok so what's going on here? I will see you again precisely... when? ' So I still don't entirely know where I stand with him. But I have at least confirmed that I like him and he likes me, which is at very least a start.
Perhaps this will be the last party-based posts. Essay titles come out on Thursday so if I have any time to post it will probably be all about bemoaning my sudden massive workload :(
In other news I'm going home on Wednesday! And also... I probably have done some complaining about my 'lady problems' or 'womb issues' at some point. Well in order to sort that out the doctor suggested pumping hormones into me and I opted for the 3-monthly injection rather than the pill. So on Wednesday , for the first of what will probably be many times, I will be grinning and bearing it as a nurse puts a needle into my bum-cheek :D Hopefully it will make the terrible aches and erratic menstruation... go away... for a while. Also, not to be overly optimistic, if I do get together properly with Matt it will make life a bit easier. And according to the NHS website it should reduce my chances of getting cervical cancer , which can only be good.