Riley's mood was bittersweet as he drew in a heavy breath of New York air. It wasn't as clean or fresh as Scotland, but it was on home soil and that was enough for him right now. It had been much harder walking away from Beth and leaving her in Scotland than he had thought, but they both knew they'd made the right decision for now. They'd spent the ( Read more... )

Riley snapped the lock on his travel bag closed and brushed his hand across his face to elimated a couple of stray tears that had escaped. He picked up his passport and plane ticket, placing it carefully on top of the bag. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see any other solution ( Read more... )

Pat's twin brother, Cameron, flew in to Edinburgh today for some promotion with his football team. The life of a sports superstar and all that. It was great to see him. We out out to Edwards Bar for a few drinks. I quizzed him about Pat's decision to go to med school and he just laughed, saying to never put anything past Pat. He's worried about ( Read more... )

LINK: When Lachlan's cell phone started to ring, it was almost impossible for him to grab for it. He was doubled over in the kitchen, clutching at his stomach and only managing a string of hissed disjointed expletives. He bit down heavily on his lip with another colourful string of cursing and grabbed for his phone, fipping it open to answer ( Read more... )

We did The Vaults and Mary King’s Close on the Royal Mile today. We also went to the Whiskey Heritage Centre and, again, bought more than we probably should have. The Vaults were some scary shit. I didn’t really enjoy them the first time I went two years ago and didn’t this time. I was well aware the City was standing above us and started to feel ( Read more... )

Somewhere between 4am and 9am I seemed to have made the executive decision not to tell Beth's parents about the HIV thing. Chicken shit? Yeah, I guess I am. After the dream, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to deal with the possible bad reaction they might have to it. If they don't take it well, I'm not sure I could bring myself to stay ( Read more... )

12.4. "Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of the week." - WILLIAM DEMENT, Newsweek, Nov. 30, 1959Nightmares weren’t exactly foreign to Riley, but they usually only plagued him when he was stressed or exhausted. He shouldn’t have been surprised they’d caught him on the Edinburgh trip when he was ( Read more... )

After waking up as hung over as all shit, Beth's Mum and Dad surprised us with tickets to the final night of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo tonight. Fan-fucking-tastic! I can't wait. I always loved going to the Tattoo when I lived here but to get closing night tickets is amazing. Beth's Dad knows someone who knows someone who knows someone etc. etc ( Read more... )

I ghot druink.

I gotr drumk in Edsibyurgh on Scotsch!

Losyt my sho e. Ha! Hey, thres twp Bethsim my roopm! So gonna grt laidf!

Was still knackered when I woke up this morning, but considering our limited time here, we decided not to hang around and wait for the jetlag to pass. Breakfast was a Red Bull and a coffee before we headed out to the city. Some random internet cafe on Rose Street sees this second entry. It's surreal, because I know Rose Street was always one of ( Read more... )