So yers. This time last week it was my 27th birthday. I am now officially in my mid-twenties (there's no denying it any more. Mind you at 29 I intend to be in my LATE-mid-twenties.) and have been celebrating (read: drinking) like there's no tomorrow. It's been an eventful week.
Thursday
On Thursday afternoon I took myself off to Kent for the funeral to be held on the next day. My big little sis (who is at least four inches taller than me) was letting me stay with her, though it wasn't until I got down there until I realised that I'd failed to mention that I was planning on staying for three nights, instead of the originally planned one. We went out for a bit of a shop and to meet the beauteous Jen Star who still, despite my best efforts, resides in Kent too.
The night began tamely enough but soon descended into the usual drunken mess with me having a shouting match down the phone with the Kiwi and me and Jen Star catching up on all the ridiculous things that had been happening in the fortnight since we'd seen each other. Out of the blue we met a handful of people I used to know in the Olden Days when I was involved with the Man Who Was Bad For Me (I can't remember what pseudonym I've used for him before but most people know the type - the one you shouldn't have been with in the first place who broke your heart in many new and interesting ways) and tried to catch up a bit.
Things get fuzzy about here - they left, Jen Star and I went to many other pubs and bars. We met other people, some we knew and some we didn't. She started chatting with Nandos Boy and one pub - I was introduced to Dostoevsky Boy at another (who is a bar manager yet our first conversation was an argument about Dost himself) and we proceeded to an after hours establishment, where we both saw some snogging action. Individual, you understand; I was not snogging her. For a change. I rolled in to my sister's flat at around half 3.
Friday
We were picked up at around ten in the morning to head to the Funeral at 11am, (I did not feel too clever, as you might have guessed) by boy cousin 1 and his girlfriend. I hadn't seen him for years and had never met her before and within a very short time they were talking about how the car smelt like a brewery. Nice work Newb.
The Funeral itself went off ok - the chap doing the reading had been sweet to try and find out some family stories about my Grandad to relate in the service which did counter slightly the chat about Armageddon which came a bit later. Having never been to a Jehovah's Witness... well.... anything before so it was a bit of a surprise but I just looked at the floor and was glad I didn't catch my sister's eye. There were a few tears after the service was over but all in all it was a sweet quiet affair. We went for tea and cake at a house belonging to one of the Fellowship but repaired to the pub pretty soon after as most people (excluding yours truly) wanted a drink.
I stuck to tap water and headed off with my parents after they'd had one drink and had a quiet day while my sister, my Scottish girl cousin and her fiance got trashed on cheapy bottles of Rose. We picked them up at about half six when they were completely blotto and insisting that I go out clubbing with them. Eventually, after fish and chips and the same three or four questions repeated over and over again ("You ARE coming out with us, aren't you?" "You will come to my wedding next year won't you?" "We will go to Glasgow clubbing and have chips and cheese afterwards, won't we?" etc) I relented and out we went.
It was a fairly tame night compared to the one before as I felt not great and the others started flagging early-ish. But the event of note on this night out was bumping into the Man Who Was Bad For Me, having not seen him for at least a year, maybe two.
We were walking down the hill heading to the bar where Dostoevsky Boy managed, my sister and I arm in arm when I clocked him. He was broader, stouter, a little rounder but him nonetheless and very very smiley. There has never been so much undeniable chemistry between me and another person before or since but the intimacy of knowing what to say to each other has long gone. So we smiled and asked each other how we were for a few minutes and made a couple of stupid jokes before my sister dragged me away.
Damn I knew I'd run out of time! Birthday drinks calling - will finish this account soon.
1 comments:
Oh Newbie, I'm so sad that I wasn't there to be a part of this fantastic birthday week. Happy Birthday none-the-less. Can't wait to hear the rest.-V
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