My Restful Day Off...

Yesterday was certainly a day of two halves, but before I tell you I must say I hope I slept with my bedroom door open last night, because if I closed it like I usually do, I woke up to it open. Which either means I was followed home, I was visited by a thief who didn't nick anything, or other... (aliens!)

Please let it be my drunken state of leaving the door open...

Anyway, yesterday was meant to be my restful day off, preparing me for the week ahead and all that jazz. Alas (earwax), my Mother thought I sounded upset by something after I phoned her on Friday to find out how my sister did in her Disney interview. Which, let's face it, it was the very last day of my very bad week. I wasn't going to sound happy about anything I don't think. My enthusiasm levels were somewhat drained, but to go so far as concern...

They arrived early in the morning, Pill and DarkHorse had disappeared on their weekend to Carms without me noticing, I must have been engrossed in my writing (which is something I didn't know I did, and now you do), and we went out shopping about the town, I bought Tag's gifts in _______ (*insert relevant shop here*) and traveled all over town, before grabbing a pasty and heading back to mine as the rain began. In M&S Ben told me Mum thought I was depressed which was the only reason they were there, and not to deliver me some shoes (that'll be £50 please). And you can think how that conversation went...

'She thinks you're depressed.'
'What?'
'That's why we're here.'
'Stupid woman.'
'I know.'

But it was good to joke with them, and I got to break the news to Mum (again) that I wouldn't be coming back for Christmas this year. She said okay, but you're still coming for Christmas Eve and morning with us right? She was mainly childish about it when I told her about the pinkie promise (fine, no presents for you!). I said I would be back at some point for Christmas, but her argument 'But Christmas is for family' fell apart when I told her that they were my family too. She even went so far as to invite you all for Christmas Day, which upset my brother and sister a bit. Either way, their visit was cut short when Nat said something in jest and crossed the line, (hey it runs in the family) 'that's what she does, she loves us by cutting us down.' Mum took offence and nearly left the other two here with me. Luckily they got to the car before she did...

The second part of yesterday (bar writing lots) involved a lot of drink. I dressed up sexy (as I always do - You: '*le sigh* waistcoat?', Me: 'WAISTCOAT MUTHAFUCKA!') and hit the town. In actuality I only managed to go to two places, due to having daily commitments today, but I was out for six hours. And I now know Las Iguanas does real Absinthe (well, almost 70%). Either way I drank lots more than every one else, which was 7 cocktails, two doses of the 64% Rum they use in Revs Cuba, a Pint, and a glass of Red wine, all washed down with a nice Spoons Burger. Dancing was had in Spoons, but I didn't like the DJ very much. The music wasn't anything good, and the dance floor was covered in CHAVs trying to get with the girls, and Hen Dos with Massive Penises (think Blue Whale). The group had a bit of fun with Grindr (there's an app for that), and I parted ways pretty early on into the night, which leaves me with the mystery of the open bedroom door. 

Tonight is Date Night (obvs) and I'm not quite sure what's going to happen, but I know it is happening. I look forward to seeing the gang again in a better mood this time (hopefully, there's a whole day yet). 

Carpe diem...