See Bailey.
See Bailey drunk.
See Bailey update drunk.
Update, Bailey! Update!
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Um, yeah.
I'm not actually that drunk. I think. But the fact is, I ate practically nothing all day due to bodily-crappiness (read: illness, not actually involving crap) and then went out for a friend's birthday tonight, and was persuaded to drink a few glasses of wine. Then I got home and my da told me how to make a Black Russian, so...
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Being visited
So Steve visited me this week before going back to Cambridge... I had the pleasure of his company from Tuesday morning until Thursday evening [anticipates many shouts of "GAME!!"] and we did some hanging around the house followed by a party at my cousin's house and a stayover in a (bloody freezing) tent.
I feel a bit sorry for Steve over the visit, since he had a very amusing time talking to my uncle - the one who implied he was gay, and who also took him to one side with the warning "Sarah's very important to me, and I don't mind doing jail time for her" - and my very lively aunt who stayed around for the alcohol-soaked (drizzled, maybe) student party. Unfortunately everyone was already fairly hammered when we got there, but they were funnier for it. :P
Oh yes: Steve enters the party-central room:
ORLA: [to Steve] CLOSET GAY!!
STEVE: ... Thanks.
ORLA: [to the room in general] He denies it!
- seriously - wtf?? Yeah, she wasn't drunk...
Had an interesting conversation with my cousin Shauna (about four minutes after entering the house)... probably about the second thing she said to me after my arrival was, "So, do you fart in front of Steve?" ... uh... right...
Moving on...
The party was good and slightly blurry to my mind; we slept in tents outside - apparently we lasted longer than the other tent-dwellers, who gave up and came inside before long, whereas we actually managed to sleep for a while. We were woken up by my cousin at pre-7am as he left for work...
...git.
We (me, Steve, Gerard) went home before noon the next day, but unfortunately the parents had gone off somewhere leaving the house locked. So, naturally, we broke in through an upstairs window. Vive le parkour.
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Of aunts and meals and special glass
My godmother/aunt's 50th birthday dinner was on Thursday, so I had to sort out some kind of nice present. I say "had to", but I honestly did want to get her something she'd like.
I bought a crystal crucifix ornament from City Of Derry Crystal, which she apparently liked very much. As she was showing it off to her sister's boyfriend, the base fell off.
FFS.
No problem, the nice man in the shop repaired it for us. Probably to save his reputation.
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Claire's Birthday
This was tonight, btw.
Basically, I was feeling fairly shite all day, but Orla reminding me about Claire's birthday celebration (ie. drinking session + chat) in the bowling alley was enough to make me get dressed and come into town... Claire should feel special about now. :)
Trying to cut back on spending these days (also it was probably more suited to her than any random present I could have bought), so I gave her a handmade Jounouchi birthday card (she's mad about him...) which she seemed to appreciate, judging by the "Ahhh! It's Jounouchi! Squeeee!" that followed her seeing the card. :P
I think I probably wasted a silly amount of change on the amusements arcade in the bowling alley, but did manage to win a teddy from a claw-grab game - unfortunately, it wasn't the Cookie Monster toy I'd been trying to get for Orla. :D
At the end of the night we left for the Bound For Boston, a pub I have been frequenting since I was almost 18... and they let everyone except me inside. Why? Because I didn't have a driving licence or passport with me to prove I was over 18.
Well... how about my THREE FUCKING STUDENT CARDS?? YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT, EVEN THAT ONE WITH MY D.O.B. ON DOESN'T REALLY PROVE I'M NOT SIXTEEN, DOES IT?!
So, I went about 20 paces down the street and went in the Dungloe Bar instead. Which had a live band, and is over-21 admittance only.
Sometimes I love the irony in my life. :D
2 comments:
You left out the part where Karen got talking to Steve!
Karen: "Do you know that Sarah's last boyfriend was shot dead?"
(long pause)
Karen: "He had to dig his own grave!"
you've got to love the aunts and uncles!
Then when Daniel entered the room and Claire said (at full volume) "He's so hot!"
(room falls silent)
Daniel: (to Karen) "I've already scored and I'm only in the door!"
Nonono. The Claire incident went thusly:
Someone shouts from outside that Daniel's arrived.
Orla says to me and Claire, "Ooh, isn't he the hot uncle?"
Daniel enters the room.
Claire, muttering into her glass and thus amplifying the sound, unfortunately at the same time that there is a break in conversation across the room,
"Christ, he is hot."
Daniel looks about 50/50 between surprised/"who da man".
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