More rubbishly written vague debauchery
Part I of my week (sat-mon) since I got back to Oxford, Part II to follow.
Being back in Oxford has been very good. I got back mid afternoon on Saturday and immediately went for a few glasses of gin and tonic at my friend's. How Oxford. We went out for dinner and then ended up in Magdalen's newly refurbished bar where I was accosted by another friend, the one who hosted last night of term party, to say that things were going down later on and I should go over.
Foolishly I decided to take the first friend with me, if anyone asks it wasn't me that introduced one of the countries leading public school's exHead Boy to drugs. I hope. Only five of us were there in the end so someone crushed some pills for snorting, which I DO NOT recommend because it reeeaalllly hurts. He wanted to add some pro plus to it but everyone else said that such a mix should only be used as a breakfast pick-me-up not as a party drug. I think head-boyo was a bit overwhelmed because he left pretty quickly, the person who had invited me and I took another one and the other two guys went home (because they had both dropped over 10 (!) times the day before so weren't going to feel anything off of one more. When you are on pills you have to touch people, the intensity of the feeling is overwhelming. The guy I was with had said that Tim (who was getting back to Oxford the next day) had warned him not to get too friendly because we were together. I agreed that I didn't feel entirely comfortable doing anything because of Tim. Anyway, eventually I gave in to anti-consequentialism. It was the right decision. I think that I got home at about half three Sunday afternoon *cough*.
After a shower etc I went to catch up with Tim. The guy from the night before had said that I should just lie about it, which seemed like the only thing to do really. The one difficulty was that, even if it was based on being high, I had enjoyed it, I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't at all interested in him and that I wanted to be with Tim while Tim was saying that he had things going on that we couldn't talk about that were really affecting him etc. I thought 'oh dear'.
I spent most of the rest of the night at Martha's gathering thang, until my college husband, Meash turned and cooked me dinner, my first meal of the day at 1am-ish. Sometimes I think it would have been really cool to be from the era when uppers were used as diet pills. Had a proper chat with him in order to catch up on the gossip since his last phone call and eventually went to bed.
The next evening I went to the JCR pres' room because a really nice, just drinky party for someone's birthday (who I didn't know, but never mind). When it finished I went to the after party where things immediately got messier as people got out the coke that they had obviously been waiting to start taking away from JCR pres. I've never done it, I don't really feel the inclination but it doesn't bother me that Tim, his friends, well pretty much everyone, does do it. The guy who I get pills off started saying that the guy who I had spent saturday night with and he were thinking about starting dealing coke reasonably seriously, not cutting it but just selling it on with enough profit to fund their own usage and a bit of pocket money. The room was increasingly filling up so I decided to head off at about half two. Tim came with me then broke up with me. Hm. Well it's okay really, because even though it wasn't to do with me it should have been; I did sleep with someone else. Besides, we're on good terms, just not 'in a relationship' as such any more.
Being back in Oxford has been very good. I got back mid afternoon on Saturday and immediately went for a few glasses of gin and tonic at my friend's. How Oxford. We went out for dinner and then ended up in Magdalen's newly refurbished bar where I was accosted by another friend, the one who hosted last night of term party, to say that things were going down later on and I should go over.
Foolishly I decided to take the first friend with me, if anyone asks it wasn't me that introduced one of the countries leading public school's exHead Boy to drugs. I hope. Only five of us were there in the end so someone crushed some pills for snorting, which I DO NOT recommend because it reeeaalllly hurts. He wanted to add some pro plus to it but everyone else said that such a mix should only be used as a breakfast pick-me-up not as a party drug. I think head-boyo was a bit overwhelmed because he left pretty quickly, the person who had invited me and I took another one and the other two guys went home (because they had both dropped over 10 (!) times the day before so weren't going to feel anything off of one more. When you are on pills you have to touch people, the intensity of the feeling is overwhelming. The guy I was with had said that Tim (who was getting back to Oxford the next day) had warned him not to get too friendly because we were together. I agreed that I didn't feel entirely comfortable doing anything because of Tim. Anyway, eventually I gave in to anti-consequentialism. It was the right decision. I think that I got home at about half three Sunday afternoon *cough*.
After a shower etc I went to catch up with Tim. The guy from the night before had said that I should just lie about it, which seemed like the only thing to do really. The one difficulty was that, even if it was based on being high, I had enjoyed it, I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't at all interested in him and that I wanted to be with Tim while Tim was saying that he had things going on that we couldn't talk about that were really affecting him etc. I thought 'oh dear'.
I spent most of the rest of the night at Martha's gathering thang, until my college husband, Meash turned and cooked me dinner, my first meal of the day at 1am-ish. Sometimes I think it would have been really cool to be from the era when uppers were used as diet pills. Had a proper chat with him in order to catch up on the gossip since his last phone call and eventually went to bed.
The next evening I went to the JCR pres' room because a really nice, just drinky party for someone's birthday (who I didn't know, but never mind). When it finished I went to the after party where things immediately got messier as people got out the coke that they had obviously been waiting to start taking away from JCR pres. I've never done it, I don't really feel the inclination but it doesn't bother me that Tim, his friends, well pretty much everyone, does do it. The guy who I get pills off started saying that the guy who I had spent saturday night with and he were thinking about starting dealing coke reasonably seriously, not cutting it but just selling it on with enough profit to fund their own usage and a bit of pocket money. The room was increasingly filling up so I decided to head off at about half two. Tim came with me then broke up with me. Hm. Well it's okay really, because even though it wasn't to do with me it should have been; I did sleep with someone else. Besides, we're on good terms, just not 'in a relationship' as such any more.