Thursday
Esther's Leaving do. I got there 2 hours after everyone else because of work and they were all pissed and being sober around the intoxicated is unsettling for me so I proceeded to catch up which I did spending 50 odd quid in 4 hours, not bad considering we were in a cheap bar. Interesting things happened one of which was being kissed for the 1st time since I don't know when. This was odd because I wasn't expecting it and also because she is gay I either can't remember or don't know why it happened, not that I'm complaining, it was very nice, just odd that's all. She's a great girl and I love her to pieces and we planned to meet on Sunday to go to Soho Pride. Anyway we left the pub and headed down Victoria Street to St. James Park where we lay on the floor underneath the canape of the bandstand with heads on laps and songs in our voices, the girls danced around the poles holding up the bandstand making the water cascade around them with shrieks and giggles I thought why don't we do this more often I felt really happy at that moment. It felt as though we were there forever when we decided to get up, Georga (whose mother I was speaking with on the phone at one point during the night and was later told by Georga that she thought I was lovely, cue pangs of happiness and endearment) and I held hands for a bit which also made me very happy (it's amazing how the slightest touch from someone else can make you feel) while we walked to Trafalgar Square where I knew she would be leaving. We bade farewell and then there were three Paul, Esther and myself we elected to go drinking because we were sobering up an upon deciding a bar we headed for it but it was shut when we arrived. It was getting late and I was knackered so I went with Paul and Esther to their respective bus stops and went home where I was to call Esther and let her know I was back safe because she was worried about me since I hadn't been out much after being assaulted, I put the phone down and had a half decent sleep for the 1st time since I don't know when.
Saturday
I was working today and wasn't in the mood to go out drinking and I hadn't seen her all day which was odd because I thought I was over feeling that way but as I was leaving I saw Paul and Georga coming out of the lift and they gave me a card with a badge which I would wear on Monday. So we strolled to the station and decided to have a drink on Monday because it was my birthday and Georga was going on holiday the day after. I got home looking forward to a night of rest and my mood had lightened. My sister came later and said we're going out for my birthday and I couldn't really say no. So we went to a quiet pub on Queens Square and sat outside under the awning watching the rain it was miserable but the drink flowed until last orders when we went bowling where all the girls looked like the were trying out for Grease. Anyway we went on to Tina's and drank and talked till 6 in the morning.
Esther's Leaving do. I got there 2 hours after everyone else because of work and they were all pissed and being sober around the intoxicated is unsettling for me so I proceeded to catch up which I did spending 50 odd quid in 4 hours, not bad considering we were in a cheap bar. Interesting things happened one of which was being kissed for the 1st time since I don't know when. This was odd because I wasn't expecting it and also because she is gay I either can't remember or don't know why it happened, not that I'm complaining, it was very nice, just odd that's all. She's a great girl and I love her to pieces and we planned to meet on Sunday to go to Soho Pride. Anyway we left the pub and headed down Victoria Street to St. James Park where we lay on the floor underneath the canape of the bandstand with heads on laps and songs in our voices, the girls danced around the poles holding up the bandstand making the water cascade around them with shrieks and giggles I thought why don't we do this more often I felt really happy at that moment. It felt as though we were there forever when we decided to get up, Georga (whose mother I was speaking with on the phone at one point during the night and was later told by Georga that she thought I was lovely, cue pangs of happiness and endearment) and I held hands for a bit which also made me very happy (it's amazing how the slightest touch from someone else can make you feel) while we walked to Trafalgar Square where I knew she would be leaving. We bade farewell and then there were three Paul, Esther and myself we elected to go drinking because we were sobering up an upon deciding a bar we headed for it but it was shut when we arrived. It was getting late and I was knackered so I went with Paul and Esther to their respective bus stops and went home where I was to call Esther and let her know I was back safe because she was worried about me since I hadn't been out much after being assaulted, I put the phone down and had a half decent sleep for the 1st time since I don't know when.
Saturday
I was working today and wasn't in the mood to go out drinking and I hadn't seen her all day which was odd because I thought I was over feeling that way but as I was leaving I saw Paul and Georga coming out of the lift and they gave me a card with a badge which I would wear on Monday. So we strolled to the station and decided to have a drink on Monday because it was my birthday and Georga was going on holiday the day after. I got home looking forward to a night of rest and my mood had lightened. My sister came later and said we're going out for my birthday and I couldn't really say no. So we went to a quiet pub on Queens Square and sat outside under the awning watching the rain it was miserable but the drink flowed until last orders when we went bowling where all the girls looked like the were trying out for Grease. Anyway we went on to Tina's and drank and talked till 6 in the morning.
Sunday
6 hours later I was meeting Esther and her friends at Leicester Square to go to Soho pride. We spent the day in various drinking establishments getting unsteadily sloshed. Everyone I met today was really nice and I felt very welcome as the relative stranger of the group. Later we ended up at a place called Candy Bar wherein the lack of a 'gents' was disconcerting and queueing for the loo was an odd experience in which I was very aware of my penis and being completely surrounded by lesbians. Outside the bar there was a gaydargirls radio stage so we went to the front and had a bit of a dance but I was getting tired and decided to call it a day. I didn't go straight home which was a bad idea. I went to my local where than landlord bought me a pint I sat inside at the bar and didn't notice my friends outside so when I was leaving they collared me and we went for a few more in The Cross Keys. I was wrecked by the time they called last orders but I still went back to my local but I physically couldn't fit anymore in so I left without word to my friend which I felt bad about and apologised for.
Monday
The day of my actual birthday, the day I turn 29, the dawning of an end of an era the last year of my twenties. I went to The George Tavern opposite work at about half three in the afternoon sat alone waiting for colleagues who won't get here till after four Paul and Georga get here first and we get a round in and move to more comfortable seats in the corner when Hena arrives. So we do a couple of shooters when Hena decides it would be a good idea to put make up on me and I thought it would be a good idea to let her much to the amusement of the rest of the pub I left it on for another round before she helped me remove it in the bathroom. Georga said something to me along the lines of she thinks I'm really great and I always look after her when we're out and her mum thinks I'm lovely, I didn't stay long after this and went to my local who were celebrating their birthday as well. My friends were there sitting outside so I got a Gin and OJ and joined them. Inside they had a DJ and Grease was playing on all the screens and after many, many sambuccas and even more gin a keg of lager was won and there was a dance off I actually enjoyed my birthday for the 1st time since I don't know when.
Apologies to my liver for the events of this weekend.
Monday
The day of my actual birthday, the day I turn 29, the dawning of an end of an era the last year of my twenties. I went to The George Tavern opposite work at about half three in the afternoon sat alone waiting for colleagues who won't get here till after four Paul and Georga get here first and we get a round in and move to more comfortable seats in the corner when Hena arrives. So we do a couple of shooters when Hena decides it would be a good idea to put make up on me and I thought it would be a good idea to let her much to the amusement of the rest of the pub I left it on for another round before she helped me remove it in the bathroom. Georga said something to me along the lines of she thinks I'm really great and I always look after her when we're out and her mum thinks I'm lovely, I didn't stay long after this and went to my local who were celebrating their birthday as well. My friends were there sitting outside so I got a Gin and OJ and joined them. Inside they had a DJ and Grease was playing on all the screens and after many, many sambuccas and even more gin a keg of lager was won and there was a dance off I actually enjoyed my birthday for the 1st time since I don't know when.
Apologies to my liver for the events of this weekend.
1 comment:
I was gonna say, your poor liver! But I'm glad you've been having fun. It sounds like everything's picking up for you!
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