A week in 60 seconds

Dear Diary,

Here is my attempt to sum up the past week in 60 seconds:

MONDAY: Worked a shift at the pub. Had a long MSN conversation with David and discovered that he SPLIT UP with his girl (after only 2 weeks) as they both wanted to go back to being friends instead, which apparently they were beforehand. Maybe this is an innapropriate reaction, but HALLE-FRICKING-LLUJAH!!!!
TUESDAY: Got a text off Kyle: "Hey babe. Come stay over at mine next week and we'll go out. We can have a threesome." Ha! God, I miss him.
WEDNESDAY: Pretended to go to work a' la "Full Monty" to prevent parents knowing I've lost some hours - hightailed it to Marie's where we feasted on munchies and Raspberry Daiquiris.
THURSDAY: Pottered round town, bought some hair dye, dyed my hair "Intense Red." My head looks like it's on fire. In a good way. Julie from The Trees rang and offered me a shift next week.
FRIDAY: Worked at Mum's shop for cash in hand. Dad went on a weekend holiday. Had the evening to myself, watched "28 days later" for the 50th time and still got scared shitless.
SATURDAY: Went to the gym (and consequently joined it, being the last day of the No Joining Fee deal) got a haircut, went to a family friend's 21st. Wore false eyelashes for the first time.
SUNDAY: Had the house to myself all day. Dealt with my hangover, and had an initiation at the gym (which consisted of basically telling me everything I'd already figured out myself). Dad came home.

OK, maybe a little MORE than 60 seconds, but you get the gist. I can't be arsed going into details. Apart from Saturday. The party was alright, fairly uncomfortable due to me not really knowing anyone. Plus, it was such a cliqued bunch, they all pretty much stuck together. Oh well. My eyes looked dazzling, and Mum inexplicably gave me £20 for drinks. Although I didn't end up paying for a drink all night! OK, maybe one or two. God, that made me sound like I was beating guys off with a stick - in reality it was mostly Mum, old family accquaintances and two gay hairdressers who seemed to know me. Baffling! Proceeded to get completely splattered, whilst completely nailing my "I'm talking so articulate-ly and standing so still that you won't be able to tell I'm drunk" routine in front of Mum. Well, possibly......

Totally got over the whole not-knowing-anyone after a while, as a guy tried to matchmake me with his unattractive mate and I talked to as many strangers as I could, before ending up dancing on my own, but so in the thick of the crowd that I could've been dancing with anybody. At the end of the party got talking to a Sayid from "Lost"-a-like at the bar, who had very wandering hands and seemed very insistent that I accompany him to the after-party at the birthday girl's house. And would you believe it...... my brain automatically did it's "Fuck it, I'm only young, going to a party and continuing to drink with a load of people I barely know for the sheer darn hell of it sounds like a BLAST!!" But for once in my life - I IGNORED IT. Went over to Mum:

M: "So, who's he?"
K: "Oh, some guy..... I think he's trying to chat me up."
M: "You THINK?"
K: "Well..... yeah"
M: "Kat, his hands were all over you, I could see!"
K: "Yes. They were indeed. He's asked me if I'm going to the afterparty."
M: "I don't like the sound of that."
K: "Mum, I'm 22!"
M: "I know, and you're free to do what you like, I just don't think it's a good idea to go back to the house of someone you don't know..... especially with someone who frankly just looks like he's leching over you. It's that dress!" (To be fair, I WAS wearing the Boob Monster)
K: "Mum, listen to me! I don't want to go anyway!"
M: "Oh?"
K: (*spotting Sayid looking over*) "No! I really don't! And I'm going to make it sound like you're being really unfair and not letting me go, because he's looking right now!"
M: "I...... what?"
K: (*waving arms around*) "And now I'm going to wave my arms and pretend I'm arguing that I REALLY REALLY want to go, but you won't let me!"
M: "What are you TALKING about??"
K: (*looking pained and pleading*) "Mum, you're not getting it, I'm pretending to plead with you to let me go, but I simply CAN'T because you're being REALLY ADAMANT about it and not letting me go, so just PLAY THE HELL ALONG!!"
M: "Kat, you're not going to that party."
K: (*deflated*) "I....... I KNOW I'm not, I don't WANT to, I just SAID that..... I was..... I was trying to pretend I was asking and you just had to play along! Like James Nesbitt in that Yellow Pages advert!"
M: "O......kaaaaaaay...... You're still not going." (*walks away*)
K: (*frustrated and baffled, to thin air*) "I...... I KNOW I'm not! I don't WANT..... ah, for crying out loud."

Explained the whole thing to her the next day. At least she understood - I have a feeling me being pissed as I did it the first time may have made it all the more confusing. Especially since she wasn't drinking, and therefore wasn't on that special band of communication that drunks have with each other....... But who'd've thought it! Me, making the right decision even BEFORE my Mum intervened! I'm getting goooooooooood..........

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