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I'm so bloody tired from the weekend. Not surprised considering the lack of sleep and the amount of alcohol I've put away though. Friday night was gay alternative and indie night at NG1 so Sali and I went for a bit of a dance. Well, a bloody good dance, to be fair. Sali was a trooper considering her lack of sleep from the night before.
Saturday was very cool. Lucy and I got the train down to London where we met up with Mark and headed over to Ben's. Laura was already there, and we brought alcohol, got the bonfire going and I shaved Mark's mohican. After a few hours people started to turn up for Ben's party and it was bloody good. Well, I say that, but I remember virtually nothing for the eight or so hours that it was going. I remember so little that it's even been speculated that something was put in my drink, but I don't really think that was the case. I remember shouting 'DOORBELL' at the top of my voice with Mark lots, hugging Andy lots, running around with Mark and Jules a bit, and not much else. I always remember things, even after I've been really fucking hammered, but I honestly remember virtually nothing from the party and it's a little weird. I even texted Jon and Laurence to apologise for barely speaking to them the next day, and was informed I spent almost all of the night with Jon and chatted to Laurence a fair bit and was on good form. So why can I remember fuck all? I do know I had a good time... you know when you just know?
I love my friends. I get miserable about the work side of my life sometimes, but socially, I love my life. I like the things I do, and the people I do them with. I've always been the sort of person who would rather have a decent number of great friends rather than has loads of throwaway friends who don't really mean anything. Lucy's like a sister, Ben's like a brother, Jon and Jules are fucking awesome people, Mark and I think have finally overcome the weirdness of the past and there is so much love there, Jo has become a really valued friend to me and Sali is becoming a really close friend... and then there are people like Joe and Louise who I don't see so much, but I feel like I could tell them anything. And Thom, well Thom's just... amazing. Well, they all are, but he's that something extra and moving in together in 12 days is an exciting and logical next stage of our love.
I'm feeling soppy and tired and I'm going to go to bed now.
Saturday was very cool. Lucy and I got the train down to London where we met up with Mark and headed over to Ben's. Laura was already there, and we brought alcohol, got the bonfire going and I shaved Mark's mohican. After a few hours people started to turn up for Ben's party and it was bloody good. Well, I say that, but I remember virtually nothing for the eight or so hours that it was going. I remember so little that it's even been speculated that something was put in my drink, but I don't really think that was the case. I remember shouting 'DOORBELL' at the top of my voice with Mark lots, hugging Andy lots, running around with Mark and Jules a bit, and not much else. I always remember things, even after I've been really fucking hammered, but I honestly remember virtually nothing from the party and it's a little weird. I even texted Jon and Laurence to apologise for barely speaking to them the next day, and was informed I spent almost all of the night with Jon and chatted to Laurence a fair bit and was on good form. So why can I remember fuck all? I do know I had a good time... you know when you just know?
I love my friends. I get miserable about the work side of my life sometimes, but socially, I love my life. I like the things I do, and the people I do them with. I've always been the sort of person who would rather have a decent number of great friends rather than has loads of throwaway friends who don't really mean anything. Lucy's like a sister, Ben's like a brother, Jon and Jules are fucking awesome people, Mark and I think have finally overcome the weirdness of the past and there is so much love there, Jo has become a really valued friend to me and Sali is becoming a really close friend... and then there are people like Joe and Louise who I don't see so much, but I feel like I could tell them anything. And Thom, well Thom's just... amazing. Well, they all are, but he's that something extra and moving in together in 12 days is an exciting and logical next stage of our love.
I'm feeling soppy and tired and I'm going to go to bed now.