people's names haven't been changed
to protect the guilty
Woken
cruelly by boyf at about 10 telling me the guys to fit the door were
here, comment
repeated by my mother 10 mins later (*note: this is after five
hours sleep),
Puttered around house cooking him
food while door-installing-guys made jokes
about son-in-laws
(seems funnier as you reach the bottom...)
Around 1 I did his make up perfectly
and fucked up mine :( continued
argument with
makeup until 2 when I finally managed something resembling a
very sick goth
(i.e.. not what I wanted) managed to scab a lift to DART and
got train into
town. got stared at on dart, on way to bank etc. etc.
I'll snip boring bits so, let's
just say it involved a guy in a dress, blokes in girls
toilets, make-up
and lots of glitter.
At about 6 got to fibbers (paid
a fiver instead of 7
quid :)
Somewhere around 8 made the mistake
of letting said boyf have half a litre
of vodka. half
an hour later I have to try and control a very drunken young
man (also attributed
to several pints of bulmers and some pernod I
mistakenly gave
him), then give up trying to control him and pay a visit to
the bar to join
him in his happy place. succeed.
Then after much laughing at him
lying on the ground in the beer garden and
running around
like a blue arsed fly, wanting to moon the beer garden,
having many pictures
taken of him (not often people see a very drunk fairy
running around
telling complete strangers he loves them) he also succeeded
in telling me:
first, he loved me and second, he was really sorry and I'm
never to give
him spirits again about a million times.
Somewhere around 11 we decided to
get married. (truth and still gonna)
Somewhere around 12 he passes out
on my shoulder, and proceeds to drool on
my chest and
himself.
Around 1230 it takes three of us
to wake him up by slapping him about the face.
ban him from
eating the curry, due to not wanting him to be sick all over me.
proceed to try
to get him to walk and talk like a normal human being and
apologize to
anyone he bashes into.
Around 1 finally get him outside
and on the way to BK and so I now have to
control an awake,
drunken, rowdy young man while his friends are carrying
another one and
my friends are somewhere behind us explaining to police that
they're not normally
like that.
Arrive in burger king, order him
a double whopper and he proceeds to swallow
it whole (well
not quite but nearly) persuade him to wash off makeup for
walk to south
circular road, he complies and we all leave quickly as lot of
scangers walk
in. continue on our way to free house.
Get there, after losing two of the
guys on the way. sit around for about two
hours talking
and stuff. finally somewhere around four, or so, eight of us
get into a giant
bed. (not as comfortable as it sounds) people drop off
around 6, which
means me and declan (my friend helene's boyf) were left
awake and unable
to move due to her pinning his leg down and my boyf half
lying on me.
smoke, talk and generally take the piss out of sleeping people.
wake boyf's best
friend mark around 730 cause he was going to work at 8,
fall asleep around
the time mark leaves.
Wake up at 1100 for no reason to
find just about everybody awake. we lose
two more guys,
before declan and my friend sian go to shop for food, leaving
helene, me and
boyf to drink hidden coke (no one else knew about it) and
smoke several
cigarettes. they arrive back with pizza and smash. proceed to
lie in bed while
others cook food. get up to eat, go back to bed, get up to
eat chocolate
ice-cream, go back to bed. get up to wash dishes, go back
to bed, get up
to laugh at some eastenders, go back to bed. get moved out
of bed at around
5 and told we all have to leave. we leave and proceed to
coffee shop where
chicken wings and sautéed potatoes are consumed.
Walk into town, nearly get persuaded
to go to fibbers again and go home.
and so the outcome is:
1. I have a really bad cold and am very tired.
2. I am now engaged to be married to said boyf
yep, indeedy.
I am engaged and stuff
*sigh*